”The expansive gesture with open arms knocked her beer over and the cleanup took a few minutes, then the explanation continued apace.Beck sobbed, �...Mom gave me a million dollars...today...no...Mom?”“Two days ago, Beck...no...three...I think,” I wasn’t in any better shape than my daughter but I was older and had more practice.Wait...that’s a lie...I hadn’t been this drunk since...umh...the Custer Shoot...and suddenly I missed David. That set me off. I sobbed. The father of Beck’s sweat-shirted. There was one new experience that Pete really wanted to share with Samantha. He wanted to get her comfortable with his licking and fingering her asshole and then he wanted to work Samantha into letting him fuck her up the ass. Pete got hard every time he thought about Sam's sweet cherry butthole and he couldn't wait until the next time they got a chance to fuck.That evening Sam and Pete were alone once again and Pete figured this was as good a time as any to make the effort to get Samantha to. ”“This ought to be good,” Mr. Kindle said rolling his eyes.“However, Napoleon does show up in it,” Sean said.Mr. Kindle flipped to the next page and read, “The Neapolitan Wars.”“You’ll notice that I put the title at the top of the page. There are even page numbers at the bottom of the page just like you told us to do,” Sean said.“In the beginning there were two flavors of ice cream: vanilla and chocolate,” Mr. Kindle read. The entire room started giggling. He said, “I think I’m starting to get. ' The just and wholesome thrill she felt was immense as he obediently discarded his clothing at her command and sank to his knees before her for the second time in a day; her cunt had moistened nicely on the first occasion, witnessing him humiliate himself in public as her power over him was initiated, she was now wet with arousal as he squirmed naked and bent to kiss her feet, so pleased to see the cock he had rarely shared with her, stand stiff and the bell end slimy with pre-cum at the inner.