"I was going to say, last night was exciting and tiring," Hope smiled. "If I hadn't got myself fixed, I would definitely be pregnant with the amount o... cum you dumped into me." I like that word," I smiled as she came closer to me."What? Dumped?" Hope said as she stood inches away from me."Definitely," I nodded."Well, you can dump as much as you can into me, on me, over me, whenever you want," Hope said as she kissed me."I will take you up on that offer," I said as I pushed her back onto the. I confessed that it was almost none. She told me she thought she could help me in that regard. “Now just sit back and relax while we begin your education.”She walked over to a bureau, opened a drawer and picked up some kind of glass instrument, almost like a wand. She looked directly into my eyes as she reached the hand holding the wand up and slowly moved it across her breasts. I looked again at the glass wand. It seemed to emanate a light, though I don’t know how it could, which shone onto. "It's very lonely being a cocksucker for BBC. It's not like I can tell my buddies all about the nice cock I sucked the night before." Son, I don't think this is a healthy acceptance," I said, thinking I'd failed epically if this conversation were to end with his accepting he was a cock sucker."You accept me for who I am, right Dad?" he asked, a sudden vulnerability on his face."Of course," I said."And I can tell you anything?" he asked."Of course."And you won't judge me?" Now that I've had some. While I, on the other hand, am nearly perfect in nearly every way. Still, Daddy beamed with pleasure at Autumn’s inane chatter, just as he did with his wife’s meandering monologues.Lunch turned out to be a gray, overcooked standing rib roast. With under-seasoned gravy. Preceded by an iceberg lettuce salad with bottled dressing. My mother is too artistic in nature to worry about mundane household matters.Daddy slipped Walker and me some still warm cheeseburgers in potato buns for the ride home..