Still, it made him feel homely, attached. Such fleeting moments of peace were more than he had ever hoped for.He couldn't resist running his hands on ...he old cedar planks on the floor. They were filled with deep, rugged pores, jumbled cracks and woodwater that managed to seem almost deliberately engraved - unnatural yet familiar. The floor felt far too old to his touch, yet warm and endearing - it made Dan feel like he had grown up in this house. But that was not true.He took a sip of tea and. Paul examined my fuckholes, making sure all cum had been cleaned out. "You have several hours now slut, to sleep and refresh yourself, and then a light meal, now off to bed with you" ordered Paul.I moaned and tried to turn over, not awake and not asleep, then became more alert, "oh, I am not dreaming, there really are hands on my arm!" I opened both my eyes and saw that Paul was there, waking me up. "Come along Angela, it's time, now hurry!"I woke up very slowly, stretching my legs and arms. " Or how you got started."Mom visibly swallowed. She'd asked for this, and she knew we were going to hold her to it. We wanted answers.Typical Mom, though, she didn't go at it quite the way we expected. "I called the doctor on Friday. I made appointments for both of you, next Thursday after school. You're at that age that a mother worries about. I want you both on birth control as soon as possible." All right with us," I said. "That eliminates a few questions." And we're not in any sort of. Maybe it is for our family; I'm ready for Jim to put a bun in my oven. I guess sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to get what you want. Dwight does have good kissing lips too, or just maybe I found his weak spot, so he has to pull out his 'A' game.'After a minute, I parted my lips from his. We looked at each other for a moment in silence as I rubbed his wood ever so slowly. He featured an out of breath face, but he licked his lips as well."You have very soft hands and even mushier.