And Peaches didn’t really complain about Daryl.”“Peaches?” Elyse asked with an arched eyebrow.“She started calling me Yankee, which I don’... like. So I found a nickname she doesn’t like. Georgia Peach? Well, she’s Peaches.”“Cute. You don’t have a nickname for me, do you?”“I guess not. You call me ‘Honey’, but that’s more like a silly thing you say kind of like we’re playing house.”“Playing? I’d say we’re way past playing Steve. This is what being married is going to be like. Well, without my. Today she was wearing was a very small pink tank top that barely covered her bulging tits and green cotton panties. Her thighs were impressive and her stomach rolled little around her panties. She didn’t really care how revealing it was, as Paul had grown up not really caring. Paul’s mother if questioned, would not describe herself as a sexual person but the lingering taste of her enhancements had meant to that she could become so Aroused that she couldn’t concentrate on anything.At the age. ”“You want to cum, boy?” Dad asks. “Show Dad how much you want to cum.”“Please, Dad, may I cum?” I plead. I feel tears sting my eyes, my nose runs. “Please, sir, please, allow me to cum,” I sob. My breathing is labored and choked. Tears stream down my face and I can no longer breath thru my nose. “Dad, please.”I feel Dad’s breath on my neck and shoulder.“You can cum now, boy,” Dad instructs. Dad wraps his arms around his boy’s chest and squeezes.I cum in torrents. I do not touch myself. The. Standing behind her, he had used his hands to soap up her breasts, while kissing her neck and shoulders and whispering loving and uplifting words to her. She had relaxed enough to let herself go and beg him to cum inside her. His release had triggered more tears and he held her under the water until she had almost fallen asleep. He had helped her dry off before leaving her to her privacy. A few minutes later, wearing just her panties, she had climbed in bed and fallen asleep in his arms.Now,.