My father had told me a joke once. Then after little Cindy Donna was born I got pictures of them both every month. There was nothing that they could do about it. Cindy was asleep and so was Donna. That day whenever I got the chance I kissed Cindy or felt her up. We were all thankful. She knew it too and eventually she realized that it just didn’t matter if I saw them or not. Cindy was good at tightening her bottom under the water. She liked young boys and I was the youngest one under her care. The school board had an issue with that though. My father had told me a joke once. One of her boobs would fall out whenever she tried to get her top tighter. It was funny having a child in kindergarten while I was a senior in high school. We were all thankful. Cindy whispered in my ear, “I thought that you would like to smell me now that I’ve had an orgasm.
