" Reading? Did I miss something?" He calls it reading. He's in the playpen and recites a story while turning pages. He gets the first 'Ant and Bee' ri...ght most of the time." Our boy genius!" I need to look at your arm." I took off my shirt and Weena examined the angry-looking swathe. "You've overdone it." I guess so. I wore the sling most of the time." You're healing well. We'll start exercises tomorrow. Oh, daddy called. He's home in Margaret River. Mary's fine. The river's a bit low." I. Par main unhe dekh itna jaan gaya tha ki unhe ye nahi pta ki ghar par unke ilawa koi aur bhi hai. Ab bhavana bhabhi ko main nihari ja raha tha aur apni ankho ko seki ja raha tha, unke mast figure mere samne tha jo ki ek towel me ki pta hua tha aur wo in sanse anjan kamre me khadi ho kar apne badan ko pankhe niche sukha rahi thi. Mujhse ye sab dekh kar khud par control karna bahot mushkil ho raha tha, mera lund sidha khada mere pajame ko faad raha tha. Ab jab main unhe dekh raha tha toh tabhi. We crawled through it, walked through the corridors, and arrived at the throne room. We each took our individual seats in the thrones. Me in the left, father in the middle, and mother in the right. A man walked up to father."Ah! I see your done has returned! Shall I sound the horn, and have the prince meet the castle?" The man asked."Yes." Father replied, obviously in deep thought.A large crowd gathered inside the large throne room. Father, mother, and I stood in the middle of the room,. I wasn't surprise how much she enjoyed it. She then told me to get between her legs and push my pussy over the other end of it. At first I was reluctant but Jean kept telling how good it was and how much fun it will be. I finally relented and holding the squash I slowly pushed my pussy over the squash. It was a weird feeling. She kept telling me to go deeper. I pushed until our hairy pussies met and I couldn't see the squash anymore. We slid back and forth. I thought it was weird but Jean was.