....So.....You caught me, just please don't tell mom and dad." She then got more serious, and her facial expression became serious as well. She said... almost in a meager tone, "I will do anything." Standing there at the doorway, it seemed as if the word "anything" just kept ringing throughout my head. I walked into the room, and shut the door behind me. Glancing at the computer screen I saw what they were looking at, an image of some guy jerking his huge cock. Disgusted, I looked towards my. He helped to build playgrounds for kids of all ages to play. Because of Michael’s intervention, South Boston had six very large playgrounds complete with swings, slides, jungle gyms, baseball and soccer fields, basketball and tennis courts, and swimming pools. You did not find children hanging around on the corners with nothing to do anymore in South Boston. Now, they were either participating in organized sports or involved in the children’s community centers or both. Further, even those kids. "Daisy grabbed the edge of my shorts, pulled it up and let my cock pop out the bottom. "Jesus. It looks so good." She traced her tongue around the plum sized spongy head and up the exposed part of my shaft. "It's so fucking thick."Daisy's fingers hooked into the elastic waist of my shorts and she ordered, "lift," and as I raised my butt off the chair, she pulled my shorts to my ankles. I stepped out of the left leg of my shorts and Daisy grabbed my granite hard shaft at the base, opened her. Life sort-of settled down reasonably quickly. The girls took just about everything in their stride; although very often they ended up confusing the hell out of some of the local women and many other folks they met. I think almost everyone took the new arrivals as some kind of hippies or something, what with their strange eating and drinking habits. Introducing the girls to the delights of tea and coffee – and the secrets or rigmarole of their brewing and serving -- was possibly the greatest.