You would think, end of the work week, Friday night would be worn out for the folks. This became true, only to the extent that they wore one another o...t. Every weekend of my growing up went like that. Every morning of the weekend, Mom would be up, making breakfast, humming and singing snippets of pop songs from her youth. Dad would always be really hungry. We'd all do our stuff until lunch, and then after lunch--both days most weekends--they'd go adjourn for a long and loud afternoon nap.And. These feathers, Sarah indicated, didn’t absorb moister or get all sticky, could be washed, and could be used over and over again. Real feathers had to be tossed out after an evening of fun and teasing. There was a big, purple dildo, shaped like a cock. By big I mean maybe 8 or 9 inches long with a wide girth and large head. What made this dildo different was that it had a circular “barrier” or obstruction at the flat end, like a small, round plate, maybe 4 “in diameter. On the other side of. We understand the distinction between love and lust and for us, our love is strong as is the bond we share. We are soulmates and I know there could never be another man like Mark. I also know he feels thethe same way about me. Our love is special and our life is special too.After showering together we dried off and Mark snatched me up and carried me over to thebed. A large four poster with a satin canopy and silk sheets. He laid me down and kissed me, long, deep and passionately. He started. " "Come on kitten," Amy laughed, "Time to take your medicine."And saying that, Amy stuck the bowl of the spoon, full to the brim with slimy warm cum, into Claire's mouth. Claire's face contorted at the taste as she was forced to swallow it. Amy withdrew the spoon - now empty - and wiped the back of the bowl across Claire's tits, leaving a smear of glistening cum across them."You have a choice," I continued, "You can either drink that bowl up like a good little kitten or I'll tip the whole lot.