I enjoyed my sexual high and placed my hands on my cherry. My hand became drenched, but I had to begin to rub it again. I got off all I possibly could... from it at one time and placed my palms flat on my stomach.I maintained my position for over a half hour in silence and kept my naked body out. The door was closed, but I still felt out there to some degree. Possibly due to the fact of what I was doing as my dad had no idea about it. Soon after that, I got up and got dressed too.I went to my door. Things were going on smoothly and we were all happy. Father had retired from the army and ruled over the house like a garrison commander. He was the King of the house. Nothing moved without his approval and permission. Mom was his lifelong slave running around to serve the King’s every wish and fancy. Pop was a bull dog of a man short and stout strong and muscular with dumb bell moustache and the mind set of a tyrant. We were all shit scared of him. Mom used to tell us that this was a family. We’ve always been athletic and to hear our Daddy, Dan, tell it, “real babes”. All the boys, except our brother, of course, had been hitting on us ever since they noticed we had sprouted boobs. We were both cheerleaders and the real leaders of our school.Five years before all this started our 71-year-old long lost grandfather moved back to our sleepy little Texas town and retired. We all tell him he doesn’t look 71 even if all his hair is white. He had been a big-time performer in Las Vegas with. " Oh. Okay." So he was -- what do you call it? He was 'aroused, ' But yours -- oh my!"It was definitely time for me to retreat. "Excuse me Sally, but I'd better go and get dressed," I said."Could I... see it?" she asked.Jesus! She was pretty much seeing it already. It was trying to evacuate out of the top of the elastic band on my shorts."Sally. You're going to have to remember about — ahh —conventions. Remember yesterday, we talked about how sometimes one has to observe certain — y'know —.