So I guess I started taking the easy way out. Usually, a small word will work. “Fuck,” works I have noticed I say it and “Well, shit,” and “...eally!” all come in pretty handy.My youngest daughter has started making lunch for me then texting me to remind me to eat it. Am I missing something here? I haven’t noticed myself skipping too many meals. I’m starting to wonder if there’s things going on around me that I’m not noticing anymore.My wife took my gun away from me this week she said she’s. He ordered her to open her mouth and as she did he placed it into her mouth and it fitted to the shape of her lips perfectly and he started to turn this bolt type thing that was sticking out to one side and she felt her mouth being forced open and he kept turning until her mouth was open as wide as he could get it.He then walked round infront of her and pulled out his cock and eased it into her open mouth and slowly started to fuck her face forcing as much of his cock inside as he couldand as. “This is a very nice house, Simon. I like it. What does your room look like?” I was near frozen stiff when she said that. I hadn’t even contemplated that scenario. Still, trying to be brave, I motioned down the hall to my room. As I was opening the door, I was very glad that I had the foresight to have straighten my room the day prior. My room was very bland to say the least. My wall were wooden slats with two windows. In the far corner was my bed facing my closet in the adjacent wall. To the. "Well, I don't want to keep looking at that," they said, turning off all the lights and heading back to the couch. So maybe not female, or did I really look that bad naked? I wondered.They lay down on the couch in pretty much the same position I had originally been in when this strange episode started, and then my eyes closed, my head lay back, and my hand was again on my cock, stroking it.One thing I learned when I had been controlling my sister so many years ago was that it definitely felt.