I'm sure that my father still gets his share of younger women, but I'd bet rarely this young. I watched him thinking, as he contemplated the advantage...s and disadvantages."Strip," I ordered Suzy. She obeyed without hesitation, even going so far as posing for my father."Done!" my father said a minute later, much to my shock.If I was shocked, my mother was much more so. "No, Bob!" she said.He reached down and grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to look into his eyes. "You will go with your son,". They were extremely sensitive to touch. What was going on?Were both male and female hormones in my body? The nurses continued tosimply monitor me without comment.On the sixth morning, my confusion turned to despair. There were, it washard to deny, tiny lumps on my chest. Down below, I finally realised whatwas happening. My penis was wider, but it was also shorter. I had beenignoring the signs for a couple of mornings, but now it was unmistakable.It was down to about two thirds of its original. . don't you?” “Yes.” His hips bucked as he tightened his grip on his cock, his jaw set with concentration. He briefly closed his eyes, lids fluttering in ecstacy as he brought himself to the brink once more, increasing the pace. He opened them again and roughly grabbed my one of my breasts, his thumb making a circle around my nipple and then kneading the flesh. “Ask me... ask me,” he panted, stroking faster, sweat running from his forehead. “Tell me you want to me to come all over you.”. "The Trooper said, "You kids sound like a bunch of farmers talking about their plans."Chet took offense, and told the Trooper, "We are farmers. Our family has been farmers since they moved here after the Revolutionary War. We've fed ourselves, our stock, our neighbors, the town, and whoever else bought our grains for almost two hundred and thirty years. Kenny is the farmer now, but Jeff and I will be farmers too after we go to college to learn even more of how to make a farm work. My sisters.