Or so I thought. He moved back between my raised knees, as he worked his way down to my navel, where his tongue played with the wisps of red blond ha...r encircling it. As he reached my thatch, his right hand found my scrotum, and he began to slowly play with my luscious eggs. My rod began to swell and rise, and the purple red mushroom cap grew as the blood engorged it. He began to flick his tongue under the frenulum, and then round and round the glans, as the glans began to throb. He inserted. At least, their groans were timed right.The only thing we had yet to do (now) as a sexually open family was for Ray and Tom to sample each other orally or, dare I imagine, anally?That was not likely to be on the agenda unless one of them was bound!But it would have to wait until another night because Tom was still up and Ray, well, he's a teenager - they're always up!We chased the kids back to one of their rooms where they could experiment to their hearts' content while I laid down on my bed. I had no idea why it was like this and looked down at my penis with curiosity. I had never really inspected it before but I could have swore that it was getting bigger and thicker every day. There was even a couple of light blond hairs at the base that I was certain had not been there before. I looked to the top of my circumcised penis and saw that there was some weird liquid glistening off of the light pink head. I dipped my finger into it and to my surprise it was sticky rather than wet. If. This way they would take a more determined attitude to take responsibility for the behaviour of their children. “So what would be the punishment for Mark’s behaviour?” asked Chrissie. “Would it involve my husband? Do I have to do lines or a detention?” she joked. Mr Cranwell stared at Chrissie, as if judging whether or not to she was the kind of woman to respond to his ‘approach’. “No. It would just involve you,” he smiled. “Have you ever been punished physically by someone?” “Punished.