So don't call me a little girl."Nathan realized she was sensitive about such things. He couldn't blame her since he was always trying to be older than... he was."Yeah, Kathy; I guess you're not a little girl anymore. So, OK, you're not."Having gained the upper hand on a sensitive subject, she felt courageous enough to resume the questioning of her brother about, about, yeah, about semen and babies. She thought quickly to form another question."Uh, well, your penis looks like it's too big to go in. I began to notice that Jean was becoming a little withdrawn and distant. Our sex life was what most would say was normal. Nothing overly exciting, but we was happy. Or so I thought. I came home from my late shift one Friday night and found her sitting on the sofa with my brothers father in law. He was thirty years older and used to call in occasionally for a few drinks. I’d known him for years as he was a neighbour of my parents. Jean and John had been drinking and she was a little drunk. We. She stood up and moved over to my side ofthe compartment sitting down next to me with her back tothe door and half facing me.She looked at me again smiling and using both hands shelifted the front of her T-shirt up over her massivebreasts. They where truly massive and flopped out beforeme big and round. The area around her nipples must havebeen the size of saucers and the nipples where as big ascigar butts large and rubbery looking. They hung down toher lap and rested on the cotton of her. Each man in his section dealing with the allotted work during the afternoons, what little there was, and wondering if things would ever be the same again! This had allowed them to lay in each morning, though there was still a fair bit to do round the place, goats to milk, a****ls to feed, pens to muck out, a garden to tend it all took time. Ernest was more of a doer than Gerald, as the days passed the place looked tidier, the muddy yard was now back to the cobbles it had once been, the hedge.