.." I continue to rub my clit, feeling my pussy swelling with desire, "I finger myself and imagine its your hand" I slide two fingers into my wet puss...y."Come here." He says gently, unbuttoning his trousers. I move to comply. He pulls his cock out of his pants, and its everything I had imagined. So long and hard, 9 inches at least. I bend over and lick the head of his cock tentatively, staring up into his eyes as I do so. I've never felt so alive. He strokes my head lovingly, "That's right...". It was my entire, growing family, which indeed they were, from Erin to even my twin daughters, April and Autumn, redheads who definitely acted very much in the know. They also stripped to their birthday suits in a hurry and put their arms around me in warm embraces, just as they did for Sandy. The message was clear: Sandy was family to them, too, now. They would welcome her with open arms, just as they loved me and sought to please me.“Daddy, we love you so much, and since Sandy loves you, we. They are aware of the need to begin cultivating; the sooner, the better. They have choices to make in regards to their cultivation and how it will affect them in the long run. They discuss this for a quarter of an hour before deciding on their path.It would be easy to take the path with the least amount of work, but it would ultimately leave them weak. The middle path is a lot better, but double the work. The path they choose will take the most work, but will provide them with the best path. I was the one hated by the vast majority of the other girls. I could see it in their faces. But when you’re playing that role, you can’t show any indecision, you can’t even feel any in their presence: it might show. I think it’s an interesting commentary on the values of our society, and not a little disturbing, that the age is getting ever lower when boys are worshipped as athletes and given special treatment. It’s down to seventh grade in basketball. Middle schools try to recruit the top.