" What?" Dad looked confused."Oh," she said, nodding as if she finally understood."This sucks," I decided, stabbing a carrot."Language?" Mom didn't li...e bad words, but she had no idea that I knew a lot worse ones that that!"Well, if you want that robot..." Daddy said and I shot him a look, like he'd better not be hanging that over my head the rest of my life!"We're still going to talk about," she reminded both of us. Nothing was ever written in stone until Mom said so."I want it," I said with a. .. inside me. Pounding me ... hard." Here and now? Or later, in bed?" If this were our kitchen, it would definitely be 'here and now' but I don't think my mother would like it." What is it that you don't think I'd like?" Her mother had entered the kitchen without either of us noticing. I nearly dropped the bottles of beer when I heard her voice, but my fiancée didn't even release her grip on my penis; it did rapidly soften with my shock, though.Without missing a beat, my love said, "I was just. She looked away as she kicked off her tennis shoes and peeled down her sweatpants. A matching pair of panties, cut almost as narrow as a thong and made entirely of lace, adorned her pussy. The crotch soaked, her thighs messy.Streaked with white.A chill squirmed in my stomach. More tears fell down her cheeks. Her body trembled as she reached behind her, unhooking her bra. Her tits fell out, a dark mark on the inner slope, the fading red from amorous lips sucking at her tits.“I'm sorry, Michael,”. Would you do your old Auntie a huge favor?"Both late teen, hyper girlie-girls bubbled over, each offering a perfectcurtsey to their dream goddess, "Anything you wish Miss Bichier," theysquealed out in unison. "I'm late for a luncheon date. Would you mind trussing up this miscreantmissy to the lamppost? He clearly needs an airing-out, and I know youboth do love to practice your binding skills. Put him up in a way thatwill make your Auntie proud, and you may come back with me on the 'ProudPouf'.