You should each have your own title or term or name for that. I, of course, will be ‘dad,’ ‘daddy,’ or ‘papa,’ if you will. They will have...one father and four mothers, none of this auntie business,” I insisted, not wanting any distinction or division within the family line.“Well, bro, I love the way that you think, hon. I can’t wait for you to breed us all, so we can pop out one after another. I also hope that you get Mom somehow. That would be terrific, don’t you agree, especially once Adam. He told her he'd be back on next Saturday.Daria had slumped to the floor and didn't move until she heard his car door slam. She glanced out the window to see his car back out of the driveway. She then went to the closet and opened the door.Dan was still leaning against the back wall as hs cock dripped the last of his its load onto his thong and carpeting. Daria took him in her satiny arms and held him tight as she wept on his shoulder."Is that how it always is?" he asked gently."Pretty much,". It had been his thirtieth birthday that Bob screwed up on.That memory made her smile."Yes," she thought to herself. It was the day Jason was 30 that she and Bob had met. "Oh that glorious day!"Smiling on one of her favorite memories steadied her. Calmed her and the memory of their First Christmas as a married couple drifted into her mind.Bob was such a nut at times.They had oodles of money. More than should be allowed. But they had decided that gifts should be reasonable. No Rolex gold and. I daydream about what my wife will do to me when I get home. I am desperate for the time to come when I leave the office for home and my wife’s coke buried deep in my ass. I have become her whore. I just love her cock inside of my ass. I have been feeling a new sensation lately. Maybe I had it from before and was not paying attention and maybe it just started providing me bigger and better orgasm. I have felt my boypussy lips acting up. I have been feeling them kind of “fluttering” kind of.