She climbed into bed, rolled over on her right side and put her back to me and minutes later I heard the steady breathing of someone who was asleep. I...did not sleep well that night.Over the weekend I kept myself busy on projects that would keep me out of the house and away from Wendy. Saturday she had dinner on the table when I came into the house and we ate in silence. After eating I went back out into the garage and worked on my car. When I came in to go to bed Wendy was already in bed and. " Do you mock me, Gaho?" No, I remind you that the modern world has freed women to pursue careers, wealth, fame and power that were too often held only for men, and that is good. Choice is good. But for those in whom the fire of womanhood and motherhood burns strong, there is no wealth or fame or power or earthly good that can replace the love of a woman for her man or the feeling of a child feeding at her breast. These are experiences so profound that men can only guess at them. They have only. Her breasts were tiny in comparison to Mommy’s, but the handful they presented was more than enough for me. Her waist was thin, flaring out to a pair of hips that seemed inadequate for birthing a c***d or two. In many ways she seemed fragile enough to break in half if I was too rough, which only served to excite me more.When she noticed me staring at her, not seeming to realize my look was one of predatory desire, I commented in my best little girl voice that she was very pretty, which drew a. My mind reeled from the pleasure of this moment. Aurora, Petra, and now Paris had all succumbed to me. My little sister shuddered beside me, quivering in their own orgasmic delight. The moans of the horde of college coeds serving me echoed around me. They were loving each other as they watched me fuck. The sight of all these naughty sluts who now served me enjoying each other sent me to nirvana.This was so amazing. I felt invincible. No one could stop me with all these followers.“Now it's my.