She had become increasingly eager to please me, downright submissive in many ways, so much that it was impressive.“Yes, dear,” Shawn blushed a bit...“That’s always the best response for a sweet little hubby like you. You’re learning fast. Now, Damien’s not a ‘yes, dear,’ type. Maybe ‘yes, boss’ at work, but it’s clear that you’re both dramatically different types of men. What I said before is true, papi. I need both of you, both types of men. I need your soft, loving, romantic, vanilla, sometimes. The reports of their sons dying in action, and the other disappearing, took up one section alone. There was a wedding picture of Miss Agnes, her sister, and her husband in their gowns and suit, sitting side by side of a picture of Jen, me, and Lindsey in the same clothes. There were also period toys we’d found in one of the trunks, as well as children’s clothing of the times.We didn’t know it, but the family sponsored the local baseball team, footing the bill for their uniforms, equipment, and. He asked me what it was and I said "I saw a pixture of a man putting something inside another man. He giggled and said it was called fucking. It looked pretty nice so I asked if we could do it. He told me it was going to hurt but I didn't care at that point. He told me he needed his dick wet in order to put it in my but. Without any hesiation I suckex on his 8 inch dick. He than told me how we were going to fuck.He told me get on the floor like a dog would when its walking. I did and he. "I'm going to go to bed, goodnight Mom," Jeff said."Good night honey," I replied.Needless to say I starting to get concerned. Just before slipping into bed I decided that I couldn't let things hang the way they were. I slid on a long tee shirt to cover me and knocked on his Jeff's door. "Jeff, can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?"There was another long pause before he said, "Sure, come on in."He was already in bed. He had the covers pulled up to his chest and he wasn't wearing a shirt. 'I.