" But ... but he shouldn't be living there with girls! It's not right! They could ... they could..." One of them could take him away from you, couldn'... they?" Julia finished. "Mrs. Ralston. That is exactly what will happen someday. You should be helping Ted toward that day. You should be helping him learn how to interact well with girls. Don't you want him to have a long, happy married life? Don't you want him to give you grandchildren?"The way you act toward the girls, you are trying to teach. ”“That’s a tall order,” I said.“I know. And Josie knows. We tossed around a bunch of ideas and most of them run into the same problem; how do you actually prevent it from happening. We landed on a foreigner. That greatly reduces the risk, especially if the birth certificate lists no father, Josie denies paternity, and refuses to seek child support.”“Did you talk to Gwen?”“Yes. While it’s not foolproof, between US and Illinois law, it would be nearly impossible for a foreign man to make any kind. He reached out with his hands to grab my waist and drive me down, hard, on his cock, then lift me up, before driving me down again. It was an incredible feeling, as I felt his cock inside me, against my walls, giving me an intense pleasure. He slid his hands from my waist, sliding one up to massage my breasts, and tweak my nipples, while the other slid to my clit, and toyed with it. The sensations were too much. I couldn’t take it anymore, as I reached the heights of my third orgasm. My pulsing. I took the opportunity to spend some more time enjoying my view of the naked daughter by the wall. She had completely stopped crying at this point but her ass was still bright red with just a couple of light purple spots. She would be sore for a few days. The mother returned and presented me with a nice leather paddle. It was square and black, double thick stitched together but not too stiff and, it had a heart-shaped hole cut out of the center of its face. After I took the paddle, she quickly.