Today all my friends and family are coming to meet you, my lovely fiancee. Behave and you will be rewarded. Do not embarass me. I just looked at hi... in amazement, even if I could talk, I would have no words for this. He then put a small vibrator dildo inside my pussy and turned it on low. He told me "stay wet and stay oiled and this will be a good day my love, you can not cum without permission, if you do,you will be immediately punished. He then pats my shaven wet pussy with his hand,. I saw the results of my father’s actions throughout my life, of course, but I never knew the rationale behind them. The important part of the tale to this point was that it didn’t sound like Mom was giving me shit. There was no anger in her voice. Just wistfulness. Maybe depression as well.Mom continued her story. “My parents were both alcoholics as you know. Due to that I don’t drink much now and don’t really enjoy being around drinkers. Your father found he needed to socialize, and drink,. Though perhaps it was because she was such a great cook, better than mom was, though I'd certainly never once told her that. But she was a great baker too. Always making pies, cookies ... cakes. I found myself preferring to hang around with her during the day, more so than running off to play with friends. At times, she actually shooed me outside in order to force me into doing so, rather than hanging around with her all day.And then Frank died. It was for a time one of the saddest times I'd. I guess it was when we were advancing on Iran and they were sending the women and children out to die. I kept watching the kids, some of them only eight or nine years of age, running forwards shouting, Allah Akbar, over and over. I was thinking that these kids should be playing with toy cars, not sacrificing their lives,” Mike answered.Lisa scratched some notes into her pad and then said, “You’ve been involved in the war in a very direct manner. Are you afraid that your involvement in it, is.