You're our mother and Taylor isour father we want you both to be around for us and our children.Mom, It's a child's responsibility to love and respect...their parents. Inreturn it's the responsibility of the parents to love their children."As the tears welled into my eyes all of my children came with theirhusbands (this included our grandchildren) to hold Taylor and I. Thistruly was a blessed day for us in many special ways.The fact was we had become closer to our children. I had assumed. I open my mouth to accept more and more of him into my mouth and I tilt my head back a little so that Daddy can more easily fuck my mouth. Daddy is murmuring, “Good girl” and now I am sure I am dripping. I wonder if I could come just from giving Daddy head. I’m pretty sure I could come from Daddy’s voice alone. I don’t hear the door open. I don’t hear the footsteps. It isn’t until I hear the stranger’s voice that I realize Daddy and I aren’t alone. My brain isn’t sure what to do with what my. She sucked and stroked my cock with a purpose. After awhile she got and began kissing me. I pulled her pants down and she had no panties. I saw this big hairy bush and began running my hand through it. She took a deep breathe as my hand slid down to her pussy. I continued to suck her tits. My finger searched through the thick hair until I found her clit. It was small but nice. She stood there and let me explore her pussy slipping one finger between her pussy lips and into her hole. She held my. ''Discipline?'I wasn't sure I could cope with this. Everything was happening too fast.'Yes. It is clear to me that, from what you have said in the past, you need a lot more discipline in your life. It is also clear that you want me to be responsible for that discipline. Am I right?'Oh God – I felt about two inches tall. My wife was absolutely right that I had asked for this on numerous occasions during our marriage. And apart from the occasional half-hearted spanking, it had never happened. And.