I was only guilty on one occasion for thinking naughty thoughts, but I had a very good explanation for them. It was about six in the morning as I clim...ed out of bed to go get a glass of milk. My wife was not in the bed next to me so I just assumed she started on breakfast already. As I walked to the kitchen it was pretty dark still and just the lights from the stove were on. My eyes focused in that direction and that's when I seen my wife cooking. She was totally bent at the waist with her head. I moaned in his ear in response and Grandma and Grandpa just sat silently in their disapproval. “Just let her sit on my cock here while we visit then, we’ll finish our tea.” Daddy said reasonably in a last ditch effort. Silence was the only response he got. “Fine!” Daddy said disgusted and stood, taking me with him. I squealed and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He was so strong, he carried me through the house. “Can you wait baby until we get home?” he asked,. I sit next to her to comfort her through the tough times that led us to go out and drink in the first place. I place my arm around her and she leans in to me. I could tell she needed the comfort. After a few minutes we get up and head out so I can get her in bed to wake up on time in the morning. As we sit outside her place chatting about the events of the night and about what life has dealt us recently we come upon the subject of sex and love and emotion. Without much hesitation she inquires. I feel better.” “Would you like to imagine sitting on my lap, cuddling in my arms?” “I’d like that a lot.” “Then I’m opening my arms to you.” He sent a smile. “Climbs into them on your lap.” “Wraps them warmly around you. Leans my cheek on your forehead.” “Mmmmmm. Thank you, Sir.” “We’ll do this. For real.” “I can’t wait.” “Nor can I, but I want to do more work with you first.” She sat up straighter and uncrossed her legs. “I’ll do my best.” “Good.