She does not raise her head, as is usual, when I come to bother her during her homework hours...when I come to smell her and watch her reflection in t...he mirror while she works,to feel her smooth legs brush against mine,to hear the mattress creak when she shifts her weight, to watch her arms reaching for books and papers,to retrieve from her satchel or desktop whatever she asks of me...."Cool." she says, breathily,a little impatiently."Weird." I say."Why?" Apparently I'm staying through Holiday. Over the next year or so at every chance we got we would play with each other’s dicks. We even build a cubby house for this, that we called the “Show me yours no adults private club”.One day he said, “We should get some girls down here”. “Yeah”’ I said but didn’t really mean it. I had no interest in having girls in here and even less in seeing their dicks.About 6 months later I arrived at the farm on a Saturday for our regular weekend play time. I was so excited. Lately I’ve been looking. Where you leave who is in your family any brother or sister.Try to ignore my real maid kind of seducing. My maid’s friend she is very open and feel free to talk with me come to my room anytime without knocking like a friend and that’s what I am looking for it. One day my maid didn’t show up and her friend came late I asked her where is she? why you are late it’s my time to go. she didn’t say any word and go to the kitchen and started cooking food. I follow her and asked her what happen she says. This was the only room in the house that Dale Myers was allowed to smoke -- the only rule he had ever let his wife impose on him.Sara finally knocked and her father told her to come in. He was still on the phone and motioned for her to sit in the chair, a short cigar stub in his mouth. Two more were in the ashtray. She sat and realized her coffee was cold.She nursed the coffee anyway and looked around the room. It was a plain home office, with a set of shelves on one wall filled with binders, a.