And he'd never leave.My dad showed up in my fantasies too. You know that mum-dad slap porn I told you about before. Yeah. At times, I started appearin... in place of my mum. Yes, I am a total degenerate. But I just wanted to imagine how it would feel, you know. My dad is actually pretty good looking for his age. He's almost thirty four, but can still turn heads, and I've seen pictures of his younger self. He was a knockout back then. He still keeps himself in very good shape. And he cries so. Below her was Lenin street leading to October Square. A brass statue of the founder of the USSR stood in typical pose, arm outstretched, appealing to the masses. Kniaz Suvurov, the warrior-monk of ancient Muscovy, gazed West, as if his very stare would whither the invader. Soviet iconography settled like a dust over ancient Russia, she thought, and lay uneasily upon its History.Through the bedroom she could hear the muffled sounds of Jana and John reacquainting. She smiled to herself and took a. Both of us are carrying 14credit hours and its more work than we thought. Before I begin I thought I would answer some of the question people have asked us via mail (We both like reading your comments to our stories and hearing from you all). Yes, we wear the same clothes and like the same styles. We share everything (yep,even our underwear). For whatever reason we dont share our shoes. Yes, we have done a girl together. No, our parents have no idea that we close like we are. We both have. He joked that at some future time I would be in these same straits again once I was with child, as I had promised him I would be bearing him six sons. I could but groan at the thought and swore to him that if childbirth ever felt like this, he would never see a second child. He laughed uproariously at this, which only made me feel worse.Eventually, after almost two weeks, I felt well enough to rise from my sickbed and bathe myself with the help of a few of the maids. Jenny and Bessie fed me.