Glad to oblige, I replied, Now, I have a favor to ask. Anything, she said. I need proof that I fucked you, I said. To show my Mom. Sure, she said, Ho... about I sign my panties and give em to you? Sounds good, I replied. She found a marker and the panties she had been wearing. Whats your Moms name? she asked. I told her and she started to write… Your son is fantastic lover. I am incredibly jealous that you get to live with that stud and come home to him each night. I look forward to meeting. "There will be time for thatlater, perhaps on a warm sandy beach or somewhere you never expect to see me" Ishiver again, he still holds me tight. It feels oh so right. "For nowI will answer your question about how I would react if we were really together." Atthat he pulls down hard and I fall against his chest. He grabs my breasts andpulls them to his mouth. He is rough and I love it. It feels as if he is outof control. I can't believe I am getting just what I want. My hands reach downand. She continued over to the living room and turned on the tv. She flipped endlessly through the channels. There must have been hundreds of them, and more often then not she was blocked from watching anything above her parents rating restriction program. She was stuck between old eighties re-runs, Sponge Bob and the news. None of which interested her. She rolled off the couch and crawled on her hands and knees to the DVD cabinet. She noticed that her dad’s section with the lock was left opened. That was the key. And what was to say that MY vision matched his in any way. My mind was already beginning to percolate with scenarios.“If the situation ever DID arise, what would be the best way of breeding her?” I thought to myself. “Should I let her be in control ... guiding the actions of the Evans men to her sensual satisfaction? Or should it be a hardcore fuckfest with the menfolk having their way with her every which way they pleased? Should I just aim for a middle ground between the two.