. I’m gonna love this!” Eva texted in response.“Same here,” Abel grinned as he sent that last text and they sat down to eat.“You know, it’... kinda rude to text each other like that in front of us,” Roni complained.“Normally, yes, but we have good, grown-up reasons for that. When you’re older, you’ll understand,” Christina told her elder daughter.“Sure, Mom,” Roni rolled her eyes, but she also hugged her mother to mollify her.The last thing that she wanted was to upset her mother, even if she. On a few occasions he would decide that Rachel needed to be punished. I watched him do it, or I heard him do it, and I salivated, or, to be more accurate, my pussy salivated. I was jealous of my daughter. I wanted it to be me. I missed a hard hand on my ass almost as much as I missed a hard cock in my cunt.When Jeff introduced Rachel to my playroom, it opened a whole new world for them, but for me it was like I was a kid with my nose pressed up to the window of the candy store and no money in. After another half an hour, and a lot of erasingin the notebook, I started to write the lyrics.Many of them were already finalized in my mind, and I decided to trysinging it before writing down a single word.I started playing the tune once more. This time through, I started tosing where I knew the words belonged. I didn't know all of them, but theones that I did know fit perfectly into the song. Once I had sungthrough the whole thing, I started frantically writing the words down inthe notebook.. Deb ran upstairs while Chris made two sandwiches. He put them, a bag of chips, and two beers on the coffee table. He stopped in front of the TV and hefted the paddle. Chris swung it slowly once through the air. This was certainly the heaviest implement they owned and a part of him was not looking forward to feeling it. Especially not tonight, "Let's go guys." He replaced the paddle and trotted toward the stairs like the players heading into the locker room.Chris changed into sweatpants and his.