Lover, yes.... but wife.... NEVER! I kept thinking about that. Daddy's wife! Mrs. Thomas Gatlin! It certainly does have a nice sound to it. But, I...know that can't ever happen... ever. What daddy and I did is taboo, and probably against the law, but I don't care about that. I just care about daddy. Why do things like love have to be so fucking complicated! Why can't they just be? I know, I know... they just are."I cleaned up the breakfast dishes and kitchen, then slowly walked upstairs. [And the scope of training extended to more than one subject at a time because time was of the essence]7. [Besides, initially, the effort for growing penis size was painful offset by the wonder of using the thing in Lilly for training purposes; It was worth it, fucking was awesome]8. [On and on, slowly moving the process from privacy to public there was an effort to train me to be calm around regular humans as I constantly ejaculated, my horniness a hurdle to control]9. [Keeping the boss. It didn’t, however, sever the nerves that sent pain signals to his brain. I ensured that his vertebrae pinched those nerves to give him excruciating pain any time he moved the least little bit.You come into my home and start shooting, and now you will live to regret it.I grabbed the guy’s assault rifle, dropped out the magazine, and ejected the bullet in the chamber. Another gunman heard the noise and turned toward me as I was moving quickly toward him. He got off four shots, and the place in. You see that Harold? When I play with your wife's pussy over the panties, its a "pussy", but when I take her panties off and do this to it", he says as he violently shoves three fingers into her cunt ,"it's her fucking wet cunt. How do you feel about me playing with your wife's wet cunt, Harold?"Harold starts jerking off vigorously now, in silence."Harold, come on now, we need to communicate. Tell me how much you like seeing another man playing with your wife's wet cunt." Oh, FUCK!", Harold.