" Sturgis smiled fondly as he remembered his father telling him as a child about the family using that Bible. His mother made hot chocolate and they s...at one evening before the fire as his father told stories until he was hoarse."I took the Bible to a specialty shop in Leesburg to have it rebound, restored and preserved as best as possible. I found an oak carved box that it would fit in side by side with a new family Bible." Something to start the new generation of Turner's with?" Mac asked with. ...I wouldn't mind seeing that myself." Ok, Ok.....never mind, forget I even brought the subject up." Frank said. And I raised my glass up to him in a toast. Hypocrites!" Shelly spat. "Why is it ok for two girls to get it on....especially when the guys want to see them do it? But for some reason, its NOT ok for the guys to do the same...when the girls want to see them do it? Why is that huh?" I think we're out of scotch." I said suddenly standing up and heading for the door to the sounds of. For mom it was also sexual, not in a horny, overt sense, but a sensual, subtle sense. It felt good. For her daughter it was also sexual, but not in an intentional way. She felt it emotionally. Not for her mom, no. But the sudden sensation of physical, human, sexual beauty. Besides the "Wow." that was said a few moments ago. Nothing else has been said. And nothing else will be said from here on out. She kept her hands on her mom's breasts for several moments longer than would be expected by. I went into my room stashed my gear, took a shower, changed into a fresh T-Shirt and pair of cargo shorts. When I walked out of my room Giselle was curled up sitting in the hall quietly crying in her hands so the c***dern will not hear her. I reached down picked her up in my arms she was shaking like a leaf, I carried her over to the sofa sat her down, but she would not let go of me she kept her face buried in my chest crying. I try to tell her it’s ok she is safe no one knows where she or her.