Brennen every Saturday night for the next three weeks and did not get home until two or three o’clock in the morning. I didn’t check but I was sur...e she was coming home without her panties on. I gave up waiting up for her.Mr. Brennan and my mother had been dating for over two months and I guess they figured it was serious enough to have a family get together. They invited me to dinner at the Oaks restaurant on Sunday evening. I’m convinced they planned it for Sunday so my mother wouldn’t miss. I was sitting in a chair nearby, but could not see what was happening directly. As I remember I think it was a bubble-bath, or Jacuzzi tub. I could tell by the look on my wife's face in several moments what he was doing; massaging her vaginal opening and clit. The look in her eyes as she gazed at him, and the head gestures she made when she closed her eyes told me she was more than ready for him. A minute later he moved directly on top of her, looking down at his manhood, and maneuvering. However, by the end of the concert all the Anderson household, even the adults that were not on stage working, were pretty tired out. When they finally got home, everyone went straight to bed for once and ended up sleeping in late.Now, as all the kids entered the studio, they still had sleepy looks, as well as inquisitive ones on their faces."I know you're all a bit tired still," John began, "God knows I am, look at this cock of mine, it hasn't sprung to life all day," he looked at the girls. No, it wasn’t because her father had sexually abused her; or that she couldn’t attract boys because she was unattractive; on the contrary, it was keeping men at arm’s length that was a problem for her; she was very slim and trim.She’d always wanted to do more than skipping with the girls in the playground. She wanted to penetrate them; but she didn’t have a cock; and she felt very deprived about that!Cocks fascinated her as they do with any girl; but she was younger than most when she.