If he did nothing, he would dwell on her problems and fret over the unknown for himself and their children. He began to think of himself as selfish, t...inking more of the effect that his wife's disease had on him than on her. He wasn't very happy with himself, but he refused to surrender to hopelessness. Andrea and Scott needed him to be strong, and strong he would be.As he watched the unconscious form of Jeanette lying next to him, her head swathed in bandages, he wondered how he had ever. I told her more and more details of my swinging experiences. Angela was all ears! I boasted about my husband: the way he could charm women, turn them on and make them beg for it before he fucked them, good and hard.“Gaylee, what’s your husband like when he makes love? How big is his cock?”She didn’t wait for answers but blurted out more questions in rapid fire.“How does he like to be kissed? What’s his favorite position? Is he good at oral sex?”At last, she slowed down, and I fed her the. There sat Daddy sippinghis morning coffee while Momma was cooking eggs for everyone.Daddy looked up and with a smile said "Good morning princess. My but youlook very pretty today. What's the occasion?"At that his mother looked up from the stove and said "why Henry, youknow very well today is picture day at school." Then to Jeremy, shesaid, "but I agree, you do look very pretty today. It is a shame youdon't dress up like that more often. Such a beautiful young woman.Anyway, here is your. I must have played and sucked that tit until it was empty.Mother apparently had more than enough milk to satisfy my baby sister and give me all of what was in that one breast (maybe she had already nursed her on that one previously). In any case, she acted like my request had been perfectly normal so I felt no qualms about asking her again the next time I saw her nursing my sister. I think I saw her reflect for a moment, and then say, "Sure, Son, come on up on my lap."Another time, she was.