I gasped and shook with anticipation when he knelt on the bed and leaned down. I sighed out when I felt his warm breath upon my open and exposed silky...wet cunt. An involuntary moan escaped my lips when his lips softly kissed my dripping wet pussy. My hips rose and I bit my lower lip and whimpered with pleasure when his fingers replaced mine holding me open as his tongue delved into the depths of my spastic quivering cunt.I closed my eyes and sought out and found my heaving breast and began to. I understand how to associate a particular bad behavior with a particular punishment. Once the dog puts the two together, he stops doing the thing you don't like, but you have to be consistent to make sure that he learns the right lesson. You have to give the dog the same punishment for the same behavior every time it happens, or he won't learn the lesson you are trying to teach. Why don't we make that your standard punishment for avoiding answering questions and trying to steer a conversation. His hips started moving but very awkwardly. But his cock quickly grew inside me, lengthening and thickening. I leaned forward and said, “Just relax. Let me do this for you. When we are able, you can be in control. Like this, let me do it for you.” And I did. Rising and falling, over and over. Hugging him and rocking. Rising and falling. He was used to taking control and pounding fast. And I liked that, too. This was slower, less frantic. And this was good, too. I decided I liked this position. The harem will help rear the child along with Marianne's." She's pregnant?" Harold shouted."Who's pregnant?" asked Roger entering the living room hand in hand with Carol."I should get back to the kitchen," Joe shrugged and left them. He chuckled when they couldn't hear him, thinking, "I wonder if it's too late for Margie's dad to grow up."Helen studied Harold's reaction to the news. If anyone, she should have reacted the most, having found out she would soon be a grandmother. With her apparent.