It never occurred to me that my mother did it. When I thought about it, my Father was away all week, and my Mother might get a bit horny, just like I ...id, and might play with herself.The realisation of what my Mother was doing on the other side of the door, made my hormones active, and I felt my strong young cock very rapidly get rock hard under my boxers. I looked down at my crotch and saw the vertical ridge under the boxers, where my cock stood up, in all its 10 inches of glory. I had been. Would they grow up knowing who their father was and knowing that he cared about them even though he couldn’t be there with them all the time, instead of some nameless guy picked off an empty road that was never spoken of again? More importantly, could he take the first part of that question and be happy with that as his new definition of being a father and do his best to make his occasional visits with his children memorable? He felt he had his answer to Ikuno’s question.He turned around to go. “Was I supposed to, you know, leave my door open again? And what about my jeans?”God, she was practically begging him to continue to tell her what to do. Talk about passive aggressive! Flushed with nervous energy, she waited a long time, getting nervous when she did not see an answer to her questions right away. The longer it took, the more she began to second guess herself, and she got up and grabbed her jeans, turning around when she heard the low beep announcing the incoming message.> > :. "Say more." More dirty words, baby? All right. After I've fucked your cunt, would you like me to eat your box and run my tongue up and down and in and out of it the way you saw me do to Cindy?"This time she answered him. "Y-Yes, Pete. Do all of those things and I... I'll... do something to you... maybe." What do you mean 'maybe'?" I don't know. Take me to the bedroom. That door right there."There was a dim light burning in the front room, but still he had to look about him before he saw the.