They were just my parents; but then, slowly, but surely, it began to dawn on me that the man that my mother was married to was not my biological fathe.... So then, I began to wonder, who was my actual father? How did I come to have a blond, green-eyed, pale skinned mother, on the one hand, when MY skin color was decidedly not pale? I eventually began to ask questions about this.Before I go on, I have to say that I love my mother, and I also love the man I grew up initially assuming was my father.. .I love bitches who don’t speak too much…. Lie down, both of you! And spread your legs, so I can see your cunts!”As they lied down, I took two handfuls of ice and started to press it onto their tits, tights, all over their flat young bellies. Goosebumps rose all over them, and their nipples got hard. I threw away most of the ice, and took only two cubes. Those I pressed into their tight cunts, and I could see them squirming, and I could feel their hot wet innards squeezing around my fingers. I. My little redheaded girl is just frosting on the cake for Paul and me. I wish that you two could share that feeling as well.”Pauli fussed a bit as they were walking back into the hotel, s and and that set off the other two babies.“Looks like it’s dinner time,” Opal Anne said as she stroked her daughters curly red hair. “If you two don’t mind, I would like to spend my feeding time in my room with just my little girl. I love sharing this quiet time with just her.”Betty Mae smiled and said, “Go. The night started at our favorite local bar with six of my friends. It was a small, intimate place with a lot of students. They actually carded pretty hard, so there were more seniors and graduate students there than underage college students looking to get drunk. I was dancing with my best friend Regina. She was a roommate in the house that we rented. My other roommates were dancing all around us, none of us waiting for an invitation from a guy. We just finished a dance and went back to the.