Lena ignored the remark, "Then I call my brother whose sailing around this fucking planet with his wife and he thinks it's great." I envy your sister,... Shasta said."Why? She won't give out what I can give to you," Lena replied."My father's a minister. A good, honest, decent man. If he thinks that he owes the IRS one more dollar than he pays, he'll send it to them with the profoundest apologies." Then why aren't you playing the Church Lady?" I'm gay like you are. I don't have any self control. L never knew their dad, maybe he had the blue eyes which Sam got and the confidence Jason had. As I said we are close because I know almost anything about them. It’s been about 11 to 12 months when my daughter moved out of the house and my wife of course missed my daughter not being at home anymore. Heather changed after that looking back on it now. I have to say something here, I do have some sexual fantasizes which I have shared with my wife, all but one, One thing I have always been turned. “I think you are enjoying this, aren’t you Mrs. Marsh? I can tell you are turned-on because your nipples just hardened against my hands. Tell me, are you?”She didn’t say anything, not that it would have been intelligible, but I was after an acknowledgment. I squeezed her breasts harder, catching her nipples between two of my fingers. “I asked you a question, Mrs. Marsh, or may I call you Margery? Mrs. Marsh seems so formal with your tits in my hands, don’t you think?”She nodded her head and. He stroked my cheek, his voice hesitant as he spoke next.“...Yes, Babygirl?” he asked.“It tastes good, Daddy,” I sleepily whimpered.He seemed to relax then, pulling the first small lolli away again. It was only a second til the bigger, warmer lollipop was pushed against my tiny mouth.This time I opened my mouth without hesitation, now more prepared for the size of the bigger candy. Daddy pushed the larger, drippy sweet into my lips-- too much making me cry out and push back against him. What I.