“And the hoodie, as you call it, is normal and it is called a ‘foreskin’. When baby boys are born lots of parents like to have the doctor cut off the foreskin because of tradition or because the foreskin is hard to keep clean.”

“And this is where the pee comes out.” Declared Sarah after a detailed inspection. “It looks like a mouth!” she said using her fingers to open and close the urethra. They all giggled at this thought.

“What’s his name, Grampa?”

“Who- my penis? ‘He’ doesn’t have a name! It’s just my penis, silly!”

“No, I think he’s cute! And he should have a name!”

“I think I’ll name him Herman! How do you like that, Hermie?” now addressing my penis. She spoke in a high, squeaky voice, “I like my new name.” as she manipulated his ‘mouth’. “Thank you very much, Sarah.” They all giggled some more.

“All right, enough playing with my ‘junk’. Let’s get those goats milked before their udders burst!” I needed a diversion as I could feel “Hermie” starting to enjoy all the attention. I didn’t feel like explaining THAT to them right now! They all turned to the gate and the task at hand but Rachel turned back, glanced at my fluffed-but-not-erect penis and smiled and winked.

I grabbed a couple buckets of grain and Mildred and Gertrude came over- they knew the routine.

“Would her udder really pop Grampa?” asked Sarah apparently disturbed by a mental vision of what I had described.

“No, dear, they wouldn’t pop. But it would really start and hurt for Mildred and Gertrude because their udders are used to being emptied every day.”

I had the girls stand back as I milked Mildred as she was the younger of the two and still a little skittish with visitors.

“OK, let’s see what good farmers you are and show me how you milk Gertrude.”

Rachel took the rag and disinfectant and carefully cleaned and dried each teat. Sarah was watching intently.

“Give the rag to Sarah and show her how to do that, too.” She tentatively started cleaning a teat. “Don’t be afraid. Just grab it and clean it. You won’t hurt her!”

After cleaning, Rachel and Abby approached Gertrude on either side and each grabbed two teats and started milking. Their technique wasn’t perfect but better than last time and they were getting milk. After Rachel got a good flow going I told her to let Sarah try. She fumbled with one teat, then the other getting minimal squirts of milk. Gertrude started fidgeting, indicating she had just about had enough fooling around.

“Very good, you guys! I’ll make milk maids out of you yet!”

“Let me take over and finish her off.” I finished milking Gertrude and got another pint out of her. “OK, put some cream on so she doesn’t get sore.”

We put away the grain buckets and headed out the gate toward the house.

“Soooo what shall we have for lunch today?” I asked as if I didn’t already know the answer.

“Grilled cheese sandwiches!!” they yelled in chorus. Sarah, walking along beside me said, “Come on, Hermie, we’re gonna have grilled cheese sandwiches!” She reached up and held onto my penis as we walked to the house.

In the kitchen the older two poured the milk into bottles and put it in the ‘fridge as I started preparing lunch. Sarah continued to hang onto her new friend, ‘Hermie’ impeding my movements. “OK I know you love Hermie (I couldn’t believe I was actually referring to my penis as a person- with a name, no less!)

But I can’t make lunch with you in my way. How about you let go of Hermie ‘til after lunch and you can help me and Hermie make lunch?”

“Yay” she said and grabbing my penis with both hands to manipulate the ‘mouth’ said, “Do you want to help make lunch with me, Hermie?” And in a squeaky voice she replied, “Yes, Sarah, that will be FUN!” while making the ‘mouth’ move.

“OK, silly girl, get the butter, cheese and milk out of the ‘fridge and I’ll get the skillet.” She went to the ‘fridge and got out the butter, brought it over to me and again addressed my penis, “See, Hermie, this is butter, its yummy!” and handed it to me. And then came the cheese, “This is cheese, Hermie, its yummy!” Then the same thing with the milk. Her sisters sat at the table watching, waiting for lunch, smiling at their little sister’s antics.

“OK, Pour some milk for each of us.” I said while buttering bread. I was intent on the chore of buttering and slicing cheese as Sarah served a glass of milk to her sisters and placed two on the table for she and me.

“And here’s some milk for Hermie!” I felt my penis go cold as she dunked it in a cold glass of milk.

“Sarah! What are you doing??” I asked, incredulously. Her sisters laughed.

“Hermie’s thirsty, too…”

“But he’s- it’s- my penis and now it is soaked in goat’s milk!”

“Sorry, Grampa…” So she solved the problem by lowering the glass and popping my penis into her mouth and sucking the milk off of it like she might do with one of her own fingers.

“Sarah…” I backed away and my penis popped back out with a ‘sluurrp’.

Abby’s eyes just about popped out and Rachel just screwed up her face and said, “EEEUUUWWW, Sarah, that’s gross!”

“I thought you wanted me to get the milk off of him…” she said innocently.

“Well we could use a washcloth…” I said and she started to cry.

“It’s OK, Sarah, you just did what you though was right…”

“But Rachel said it was ‘gross’!”

“Well I guess it looks gross because that’s where my pee- urine- comes out. But since I always keep my penis clean it’s not really that gross.” I picked her up and gave her a big hug. She put her head on my shoulder, wrapped her arms around my neck and clamped her legs around my waist; her crotch hot and moist on my belly.

Once the tears subsided I said, “Down you go, pumpkin, let Grandpa finish making lunch.” She released her arms and legs and I eased my grip and let her slide down to a standing position on the floor.

“Hey,” she smiled, cupping her vulva with both hands. “Hermie kissed my vulva!”

“Oh, sorry, honey. That was accidental. Did he-I-hurt you?” I turned to finish the sandwiches.

“No, it was a nice kiss.”

“Thank you for the kiss, Hermie.” She said to my penis and she gave it a peck on the glans.

Another “Eww” came from both sisters and Sarah just turned to them, stuck out her tongue and said, ”You’re just jealous!”

“Alright, you guys, that’s enough. Here’s your lunch you bunch of spoiled brats!”

“Thank you, Grandpa.” They said in unison. At least they were polite spoiled brats…

When they finished lunch I got them into their little sun-dresses and packed up their bikini’s and towels and goggles. I slipped on a T-shirt and shorts- opting to go ‘commando’. I herded the giggling trio out to the car and slipped into the driver’s seat. I turned around to supervise the seating and belt-buckling. With big grins they piled into the car and as Sarah took the center seat I discovered the reason for the commotion- her bald pussy flashed at me from under her dress! As the other two settled in they were a little more blatant and spread their knees to give me a better view. “We saw you going “commando” so we decided to, too!” stated Rachel.

“OK you little nudists! Just keep your dresses down. I wouldn’t want anybody arrested for ‘flashing’…”

We got to the pool and I headed to the men’s change room with Sarah and told the other two to meet us at the pool. “Can we come with you and Sarah?” asked Abby discovering an opportunity to see more cocks. “OK,” I said “Just don’t stare at genitals- you’ll make the boys embarrassed. And be ready to be stared AT- boys don’t get to see naked girls very often.”

“Goody!” she said excitedly. As soon as we got in the door Abby pulled her dress up over her head, grinning, looking for boys. It didn’t take long as the place was busy with summer swim lessons. Abby just basked in the attention as we walked to an empty locker. “I have to go pee…” she said as she started to wander off casually looking for more ‘admirers’. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back and handed her the bag. “Dressed first, pee later! You little pussy flasher!”

The other two slipped off their dresses and got stares from everyone- including the dad’s. One dad even stood dumfounded at the sight of Rachel with his mouth open and fondling his huge cock. The girls were fascinated with its size as it seemed to be 6 inches and flaccid. “No staring, girls!” I whispered to remind them. “But his wien- his penis is humungus!” Sarah whispered back. They got their bikini’s on, whispering and giggling together trying not to watch the man stuff his monster into his tighty-whitey’s.

“Does anyone have to pee?” I asked as I herded them to the showers. Nobody answered. “OK, everybody has to pee before swim lessons but I’ll show you a fast and easy way to do it at the pool.” So I squatted down and whispered to them, “It’s not nice to pee in the pool, so when you have to pee, instead of going all the way to the toilet and taking off your swimsuit, just go have a shower! When the water is running down your legs just let your pee go with it! Then just go back swimming!”

“Cool…” admired Rachel. The other two smiled. “Let’s try it now!” suggested Abby as they all ran and each turned on a shower. They grinned knowingly as men and boys walked by oblivious to what they were doing. Sarah looked down to watch as she invisibly released her urine inside her already wet bikini.

“Done?” I asked.

“Done! Yup! I’m good” they replied. “You’re so cool, Grandpa, you know lotsa neat things!” Abby said smiling proudly.

After swimming lessons I walked with them back to the boys showers. All three stripped down upon entering and handed me their swimsuits. “Remember- no staring…” I whispered. I stood to one side and watched and waited for them to shower. I could tell by the look on their faces that they were peeing, too. Abby’s pee started to squirt out the front of her vulva and she clasped a hand over it and looked over to me wide-eyed.

Nobody else seemed to notice even though they all seemed to be enjoying the show. Only a few of the boys showered nude and the girls got an eyeful. One boy’s pecker went stiff at the sight of Rachel and he quickly covered himself and left. Everybody seemed to be having extra-long showers for some reason… Fathers started yelling at sons to go get dressed.