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“Y’all get your ass up. We got work to do. Earn your damn keep! Maggie, masturbating get your work clothes on. We are gonna work in the garden afore it gets too damn hot, and then Travis is coming to take them two calves to the market around 11.” Both girls jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Walking back to the front of the trailer, Emmitt jerked the covers off of Earl, still asleep on the sofa. “Get up boy!” He flopped down at the kitchen table then watched as the girls exited the bathroom and headed back to get dressed for the day. “Goddamn that girl is turning into a fine woman” he thought to himself as he watched Maggie go blonde down the hall. He rubbed at his boxers, “easy boy.” A few minutes later the girls came back down the hall to the kitchen, and yes, Maggie was dressed in Emmitt’s designated “work clothes”. Emmitt had bitched about her wearing her good school clothes when helping him so he’d put together an outfit for her to wear. Her “work teen clothes” consisted of a hand-me-down pair of her momma’s cutoff jean shorts, 2-3 sizes too big, held up with a belt made of baler-twine. On top was a worn out, thin, hand-me-down, wife-beater tank-top that Emmitt had given her to wear. He’d cut the bottom six inches off so she could wear it loose, or tie it up on one side so it wouldn’t hang. Either way, her tits were always just one slip away from being seen. Five minutes of sweating and the thin top was damn near see-through. Just like she knew her daddy liked it, and she liked his attention. It was the only love teens he showed her. “This damn trailer’s a mess. Molly tits you clean this place up, top to bottom. Earl, you help her and when y’all are done, I want you both to walk to the end of the road and get the paper and mail.” Emmitt didn’t like the kids walking alone by ol’ lady Woodson’s house at the end of the road. She had two grown boys, Luther and Oscar, both not right in the head, and Emmitt didn’t trust them. “Y’all look out for ‘em Woodson boys and run if’n you see ‘em. And don’t come up to the barn while we’re fooling with them calves. You hear me?” They both nodded. “Come on Maggie, let’s go.” Maggie was a hard worker and Emmitt was proud. Even as young as she was, she knew everything she needed to know about gardening. Nope, I remember when I got my cherry busted! clear view of the stage, yet, remain partially hidden in the shadows. He is so sweet about it, even sometimes pretends to be my teen child. “Yes, I blonde like my masturbating name. “Ooh, tits yes, yes, this is teens so hot,” Mom moaned. “Madre de Diosa!” I gasped. I love those two squirts. My hands slid up her body to her breasts. 1. I was wondering if he could see how wet I was.