She fixed her plate and ate at the island. She decided to alert the growing boys to the fact that there was a meal waiting.“Good morning, Jere,” s...e said pleasantly.“Hey, ma,” yawned the thirteen year-old.“I made breakfast.”“What is it?”“Bagels and lox.”“Okay! I’ll be out in a minute.”She opened the door to Coree’s room“Top of the mornin to ya, Coree,” she said.“Huh,” grunted the rising high school sophomore as he was jolted from his slumber.“Good morning!”“Good morning, ma.”“There’s breakfast. The year they’d spent their summer in the mountains at Sloan’s, Ed had worn that ridiculous fisherman’s get up, though they’d rarely caught any fish. And his young Gracie was a knockout in those days, her tanned legs in cut-off jeans distracting him every few minutes, as she and Marion gathered twigs for the fire. It had been on their final night at Sloan’s that they’d sworn to be best friends forever, no matter how far apart they found themselves, sealing it with a round of Cognac. ‘Tom,’ Ed. If you abuse her submission, you are abusing her. So don’t do that. Respecting her submission is respecting her. So do that.Yes, this does mean that establishing good rules for the submissive is respecting her submission. It does mean that disciplining her when she is disobedient is respecting the submissive. It does also mean, however, that being oppressive is not respecting her submission. Being tyrannical, over-possessive and/or abusive is not respecting her submission.The Dominant is the. They kissed. Not the kiss of a mother and daughter. Thi was a lover’s kiss. Soft to start then hard, tongues probing and bodies pressing hard together. When they broke, both a little shocked at the passion, Di spoke.“Get into bed!”Carried rolled off and slipped her dressing gown off. She stood proud and naked, her small budding tits swollen at the nipples with passion. A flat belly and a bald pussy.“You shave,” Di said. Carrie nodded.“I got that from you. I used to peep through the.