John's sure her upbringing had a lot to do with it, that she was primed to come to that conclusion from Day One. I don't know. But I don't really care... By the time I got her, she had forgotten just about everything she knew about independence and rebellion and had no goals at all other than to find a man and do everything she could to please him. I found her at just the right time. When I told John all of this, he nearly jumped out of his seat. Now, John's a pretty straightforward guy but he's. I plan to do that.”“Isn’t that dangerous?” she asked.“For whom? For me? Or for the kids? It’s only dangerous if you don’t teach your kids how to be responsible and make good decisions. I’m not talking about letting them do anything and everything, but decisions about what to wear, how to fix their hair, that kind of thing, start early. The same with responsibility. That means chores like doing laundry and dishes, both for girls AND boys. As they get older, decisions about what classes to take,. Emma said, "Definitely the little gangbang that Mr. Stud Muffin here arranged around nine o'clock. I think I had a dozen cocks in me in twenty minutes. That was hot, and it appealed to my inner slut." She turned and kissed Doug who she'd decided was her Stud Muffin for the weekend.Doug looked pleased with himself. He said, "I was being a bit selfish. I have some porn that I like – gangbangs – and I'd never participated in one. The opportunity was there when Frank, our host, set up the massage. " Later that evening we walked the trail to the lake on my uncle's property. She held my arm again and told me that she appreciated everything I was doing and couldn't remember feeling so welcome anywhere. I hugged her with one arm as we walked and said, "That's what family is for." We sat on the end of the pier watching the moonlight reflecting off the water. It was so warm that night. Kicking the water with our toes we laughed about old times and memories of our visits when we were kids.She.