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Jane sends out Katy out to peel the veggies for tea and Katy as constantly, desirous of my company, drags me along. The vegetables are rapidly prepared and set to roast in the juices of the beef currently cooking. Tossing another number of pieces of wood in the firebox, we return to the living-room.

Sitting down, James and I are soon deep in a discussion about computers, Jane reads a book by the light of a hurricane lamp and Katy is keeping my side warm, hugging my hand to her, laying with her ear pressed to my chest listening to my heart beat and the rumble as I talk.

A little over an hour later dinner is ready and we take a seat in the kitchen to a delicious meal. Desert is tinned fruit and ice cream, rapidly finishing her own, Katy is soon poaching the fruit from my plate, and a scuffle occurs.

” Well, it looks like I’ve discovered tonight’s dishwashing machines,” Jane observes.

Katy sighs significantly and pouts at her mother.

Right after, dessert completed, Jane gets up and throws a tea towel in my direction. “We’ll have a cup of tea in the lounge when you are finished.”

Katy starts in on the meals, as the sink fills Katy gets that look on her face which I have actually found out to associate with devilry and I discover myself with a face filled with suds. Twirling the tea towel, I strike back with a crack in the direction of her behind. Undaunted Katy scoops up another handful of flicks and suds them in my face, another fracture, this one simply licking her where her pants are tightest. Katy squeals scoop up a cup of water and soak the front of my shirt. Pinning her arms I tie them behind her back with the towel and upend her over the sink threatening to dunk her.

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Suddenly her hands are free and gathering another cup of water she empties it over my head.

” The mop’s next to the fridge,” Jane’s voice inserts from the other space.

” Oops!” Katy laughs.

Quickly we clean the dishes and put them away. Then taking the mop I clean up the water from the floor while Katy pours water from the kettle boiling on the back of the range over teabags. After completing the beverages we bring two each into the lounge and distributing them take our seats.

” The kitchen area tidy?” asks Jane.

Katy giggles and I respond, “Yes, though I’m a little wet.” while casting an implicating look in Katy’s instructions.

” Well, you shouldn’t battle in the kitchen.”

” She started it.” I implicate.

” So, did you have to try and finish it?” Jane asks. “Who won anyhow?”

” She did,” I confess sheepishly.

We complete our beverages and Jane leaves the room when she returns she hands Katy a pair of sheets, and a pillowcase and says, “Go and change the sheets on Jimmy’s bed.”

Jane attempts to say that it’s no difficulty, however I firmly insist. By now the rain has stopped however we can hear water hurrying in the normally dry creek bed that runs through the plot between the O’Conner’s and my uncle’s place, Katy tells me that it will not be down previously early morning.

Looking at where I’m to sleep I see that even here the inequality dominates, Jimmy has the double bed at the rear of the van with a privacy curtain and Katy is stuck with sleeping on a fold-down bunk at the front next to the door. Katy curls up into a laughing ball trying to prevent my hands, I then run my hands over her arse and cup the soft mound in between her legs, as my fingers push up into her vulva her body snaps straight and traps my hand between her thighs, I wiggle my fingers versus her precious little slit for a couple of second, feeling her juices dampen the sheet.

Then as her breathing quickens I pull my hand free and say, “Come on get out of there, we’ve got to get this bed made if you wish to watch Happy Days.” Katy quickly scrambles out and helps me to correct the alignment of the sheet, she starts to tuck her side in and as she gets to the head end pauses and reaches further under the mattress.

” What’s this?” she asks and pulls a magazine without a cover from under the mattress and opens it, she looks then blushes and starts to giggle.

I move round to where Katy is flipping through the pages and look over her shoulder. I slip the magazine back under the bed mattress and we finish making the bed.

We go back to the house and Jane observes, “It took you long enough.”

” Yeah, she was about as practical as a kittycat when you’re trying to arrange balls of wool. I would have been better off alone.” We then take our places on the sofa and calm down to see Happy Days on the TV, which is running off a automobile battery.

After the show, Jane sends out Katy off to have a shower and James and I talk computer systems. Fifteen minutes later on Katy pads approximately the doorway with a towel about her shoulders and asks some inane and meaningless concern while permitting the towel to open in front, revealing her plump little pussy.

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” GO and put some clothes on this instant young lady,” orders Jane with a smile. Katy turns pushes her half-concealed bottom out at us and wiggles it back and forth prior to sashaying back to the bathroom.

James simply laughs and rummages in a cabinet under the bookshelves, pulling out a photo album he flips through it to a certain page then commends me stating, “She’s always been a little exhibitionist, I took these last year just before we moved here.”

Taking a look at the album I see a image series of Katy attempting to do a cartwheel on the front lawn of their old home, first, there is Katy looking much like any other little woman in a short yellow summertime frock, next she is flexing over and her gown is brought up until it hardly hides her crotch, the third programs her with her dres’ half inside out concealing her face and absolutely nothing else, the forth has her sitting down with her legs apart, a pained/surprised look on her face her gown still above her waist and all her appeals on display. In the last, she has actually obviously just completed rearranging her dress and on her face is an expression comprising a mix of embarrassment (more for muffing her show, than revealing her muff) and a wicked grin.

Just then Katy returns, this time using a long T-shirt and underwears, she sees the album in my lap. “Oh, papa! You didn’t! You did!” and her face turns beet red.

Katy snatches the album from my hand and stalks over to the cupboard where she thrusts it in and knocks the door. Unexpectedly she takes a flying leap at her dad and sitting astride his knees tries to tickle him, he lets her for a couple of seconds then taking both her hands in one of his usages the other to tickle her underarms and belly unmercifully up until she shrieks with laughter. She slowly recovers her composure then looks down at herself.

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