It turns me on more that he is making me try to suck it down, and I think it’s making him hot too. I take it out of my mouth and lick it up and down... also returning the little kisses he gave my toes. My hand is jerking him off as I slip my tongue down to his balls. I rub his nuts all over my face, enjoying his dominance. As I’m alternating sucking his dick and balls I reach back and start playing with my ass. Slowly working one finger in, then a second, my hole is slippery with my own. ” I didn’t go into detail about my part in all this, I realized now that I too had been part of the problem.‘We have been conditioned to want to buy these things almost from birth, stuff we don’t really need, things we think we need, things that in the end are just cluttering up our lives and living space.” I went on, “I ask you again just how much of this is essential? How much could be dropped without it making much of an impact on your lives and choices?”Well, now I had them thinking.“Give. And the look on his face was like he was afraid he was going to die. But I had mixed feeling what would my life be without my father? But my father didn't die he stayed in a mental ward of the hospital for about two week. And our house was nice and quiet while my father was gone. So we all went to the hospital to visit my father and he looks so pitiful with his head in his lap. So while my family was visiting with my father. I went walking around this big hospital just amusing myself and I saw. Since the pregnancy she became even more sexual and affectionate, gentle even. Her surface masculine demeanor was only a mask and the baby was bringing out a softer feminine aspect that Angela kept hidden. It was if in her own way she was saying: I don't want to be the man. This is the role she assumed as soon as she and Mom met. Angela was the aggressor, the sexual dominator. Mom did not mind this and enjoyed the wealthy of affection lavished upon her body by her adoring lover. It all balanced.