I winced a little, my wife always complained about the cost of that stuff. ‘Guess who decided she was old enough to get into my make-up kit?’ my ...ife demanded. I tried, with varying degrees of success to hide my smile, swallow any laughter, and attempt to find the stern father-face the situation required. ‘Liz, we talked about this. No makeup until thirteen,’ I somehow managed to get out while keeping a straight face. ‘Dad! That’s not fair, other girls in my class get to wear it!’ she. I had him roll over so I could get a look at his ass. I gave it a good spit and quickly stuck a finger in it, man was it tight. He said it had been years since a guy had been in there and I believed him. After a minute or two of fingering he laid down flat on his stomach, I proceeded and started kissing his neck. Some how I uttered the words, ‘want me to fuck you’. ‘Yes daddy, fuck me good’ was his reply. So seemingly on command, I aimed the head of my uncut cock toward his ass hole. I’ve got. She enjoys being spanked, but I have a really bad temper and right now I was as likely to backhand her for being such a bitch, and I didn't really want to bloody her so I took a shower.When I came back down she was smiling and friendly and folding her laptop. "Hi, darling," she said as I entered, "welcome home." Excuse me?"She looked hurt and puzzled. "Did I do something wrong? Why the anger? Bad day at work?"I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Bad day at work?!? You ignore me for ten. And you said you stopped him. How? Did you just remind him that rape is frowned upon?’“Well,” said Bobby. “You know I wrestle.”“Ashamed?” yipped Jane. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Not if it was rape. Why would you feel ashamed? Did you flirt with this man?”“No!“ yipped Mindy. “He did something to me. I wasn’t even aware it was happening!”“Wrestle?” snorted Bruce. “Bob, you grope each other on a mat and try to trip each other up. That’s not real fighting. So you just took this man down and he.