"I'm sorry," I apologized to her.She smiled and went back to smoothing the top edge of the wallpaper near the ceiling. "You're aunt is right; you'll g...ow to like them," she said."I think they're cute, don't you, Cindy?" Suzanne asked, making me turn to see Cindy enter the room. She didn't know what to say, afraid to agree or disagree with Suzanne. She looked at me for a sign.I didn't like seeing Cindy groping for the right answer. Nor did I like seeing Suzanne defending her decision to have my. As she walked in and headed for her room,her Mom, Carol grabbed her arm. “ I want to talk to you. “Hannah pulled away. “I am just going to my room, please Mom.”“You are not going out tonite.” Screamed Carol.‘Mom, I know.” Hannah could smell the booze on her Mom’s breath. She just wanted to lay down and avoid confrontation. Carol grabbed her arm. “Where are you going, we need to talk.”“Mom, let go!” “I am going to my room. Please.”“Not so fast you little slut. I know what’s going. I watch as she shudders, her pussy clenching and drooling as the shame kicks in.Shame, the feel of mommy’s tongue, the taste of my balls are making her so horny, so submissive.She wiggles her hips a little and lap at my balls inhaling my musk making her feel like she need something inside, the subtle planted thought circling around in her head.isn’t it? Like Mommy’s tongue may not be enough for her drooling pussy that she needs her daddy inside of her.The command cemented she moans and raises. She offered to contribute to Christina’s upkeep, from her salary, if money was tight for us.I was worried when I received that card, and I showed it to my lawyer. He assured me that there was no way for Eva Sorensen to reclaim Christina. Only then did I answer her, thanking her for her sympathy, and assuring her that we were fine, financially. I hoped that would be the last we heard from her.Christmas 2005I was taking a day off, in early December. Armed with the Christmas wish lists of my three.