I gently washed her arms and arm pits stroking down her side with my cloth covered fingers. There are several spots that get a twitch from my touch.I'...m thinking, maybe I can get her to take over, so I asked, "Molly, please take the cloth. You can wash your front,"Molly didn't move, she made no sound.I took her chin in hand strongly lifting her face. Her long clean curls hung over her eyes. As I gently parted the wet tresses, she grimaced stone faced with eyes tightly closed. I gently washed her. Maggie had already blossomed, growing a fine set of titties, and Molly was just starting her growth spurt. Having already deflowered them both, his sexual future was looking bright.Earl was already awake sitting at the kitchen table when Emmitt came down the hall. Betty, his mom, had woke him when she closed the trailer door to leave for work at the tire factory at 5:30. “What are we doing today, daddy?”“We gotta get that young heifer up that has the bad eye. If’n we don’t get some medicine on. ..Ssssswit!"Oooooh!"...Ssssswit! "Ahhhhh!" He rained down another dozen onto my rear, with me crying out lustily with each hard stroke.Mick rained down another dozen on my rear."Now that you're well whipped, I think I should take you, right here, cruxed on this bar." He slipped on a condom.As he paused, I realized he was waiting for some response from me. I was so aroused, receptive."Youbarbarian! Whipping me like I'm your little slave girl. Just for the pleasureof it. And now you're going to. She looked at herself and the peaceful and contented woman in themirror looked back. How did we get here she said to her reflection?Can people really live this way? It felt like they were living in aromantic magic spell making her life a fairy tale. She giggled, am I aprincess now and is Scott my Prince Charming? She tried to push thesegirlish thoughts away...after all she was not a girl anymore; she was amature full grown woman with womanly needs from her prince on astallion.She slipped on.