His screen saver was a countdown to the day they would get married, and his computer wallpaper was a picture of Chris in a tuxedo, with purple painted... nails, accepting an amateur theater award. ‘Uh, huh. You probably gave me some safe name, like, ‘Betsy’ or ‘Marylou” ‘Nope. I said you and I were going to Canada because the laws were Machiavellian, and that our fearless leader was a hate-mongering bigot who was more than happy to tread upon the basic civil rights of sexual minorities.’ ‘As a. ”“He’s got too much to do with the chickens,” Wyatt counters. “Besides, I’m sure there is something else he didn’t finish up from earlier this week that he still needs to finish.”“Oh come on, Daddy,” Paula says. ‘It won’t take that long. I can show him how to drive and plow in an hour. He’ll be back on whatever tasks he has in no time.” She looks at Adam, acknowledging that he is there considering they have been talking as if he wasn’t. Then she looks back to her father, “The more of us that. Once I got to my room I I stashed the panties under my mattress and waited for the bathroom light to go out. My heart was in my throat. I wanted nothing more than to spend a few minutes of quality time with the panties. “Kids, let’s go, breakfast” Dad yelled up the stairs. Withing seconds I heard Em’s door open and her bound down the steps. I waited a few then followed.“Oh Keith, you didn’t change yet?” Mom asked.“No, I was about to when Dad called us for breakfast.”“Well, I need to start. My face was red with embarrassment, even as Mark took special effort to wriggle his firm ass and rub his furry hanging scrotum against my face. I thought I heard the unmistakable sound of him spitting, immediately confirmed when I felt his hands spread my thin pale butt cheeks, followed by the shock of his spittle-wetted fingertip pushing against my virgin tight rectum. “No” I cried, clenching my ass cheeks and arching my hips as high as my bound body could, trying to keep from being impaled.