It's only natural to favor your own. This is true in all cultures." There have been cultures where all children were tribal children. Where it didn't ...atter who your real mother or father were. You're right in thinking that all of my children are special to me. Where you make your mistake is in thinking it matters overmuch to me who the mother or father of my children were. I'll grant you that there's something extra special about the ones that live with me, but there's something special about. She took the pills and went back to her class. knowing what was going to happen next i went to the office and waited for the call.meanwhile in the classroom, once back in her seat for english she started to feel really funny. there was a burning sensation in her crotch. and she felt sick to her stomach. "ms. smith, may i go to the restroom?" she aksed her teacher."you should of gone while you were missing my class before missy." replyed the teacher.she thought to her self oh well. i can bare. Spontaneously combust! From excessive horniness!"Katherine giggled at that, especially at the added wild hand-waving.Susan turned back to resume watching Alan and Xania. She griped, "It's not funny! UNGH! My pussy is so tingly and needy that it hurts!"Katherine still snickered. "Come on. It's a little bit funny, at least."Susan grinned despite herself. "Okay, it is. But seriously, hush. And watch closely! It's not every day that you get to see a proud, independent, worldly-wise woman get tamed.. This was all in the children's medical records, as well as Sophia's.After signing a bunch of forms, I went to see my commander and after explaining the threat to me by my wife and knowing that she was Sicilian, he said he would have orders for me to be transferred to RAF Chicksands, near Shefford in England as soon as he could arrange the transfer. I thought I would end up in Ramstein, but there was an opening at RAF Chicksands, and since I was only temporary, I could fill in until the person.