They went on through the House of Horrors and came out the other door. They walked down the steps and back into the flow of the crowd on the midway. It was only three in the afternoon. They had all day and all evening left at the fair, Prissy thought. She looked up at her handsome, sailor cousin. He had his sailor's cap tilted cockily on his head.
CHAPTER TWO
"I wonder where your mom and Darcy are?" Bobby asked.
"Mom gets real hot for arts-and-craft shows," Prissy said.
"Oh, yeah?" Bobby smiled. "I guess they'll find us. Wanna go on some more rides, Prissy?"
"Sure!"
"Maybe we could go over to the 4-H barns and set some displays," Bobby said.
"I've never done that. Doesn't sound like much fun."
Bobby took her hand and led them through the crowds, off to one side, past the Freak Show, past the tilt-a-whirl, and along a path to the big, display barn.
"Golly, Bobby, there's nothin' in here but cows."
"Yeah, the prize winners. Look, see? There's a blue ribbon pinned on that stall."
"It smells in here," Prissy said.
"Come over here," Bobby said. He led her to a corner of the barn near some hay. "I wanna show you somethin', Prissy."
He began unbuttoning his flap, opened it up, and slid his sailor pants down his thighs. He had a pair of Navy-issue white shorts on. They were all gummy and sticky. His cock was starting to rise in his shorts… thumping upward, curving against the shorts. He reached down, stripped the shorts down and his cock snapped up and smashed against his belly.
His prick was huge, handsome, and hard as marble. Prissy gasped. Her mouth dropped open. She sucked in her breath. His cock wobbled and throbbed. His cock stuck out a full nine inches.
"Bobby!" Prissy hissed. "You stop undressing!"
Her gaze was glued to his prick. She'd never seen a hard cock before and she was fascinated.