“Okay, you can cum on my tits, but don’t hit my face!”“Thanks. Now get on your back, I’m not done yet.”Vanessa rolled over and spread her ...egs again. Her cute pussy opened wide, like a pink butterfly spreading its satiny wings. She always kept it cleanly shaved, something I deeply appreciated, as I loved to eat a girl. But right now, as tempting as her moist pink pussy may look, more than anything else I wanted to sink my cock back into it and keep fucking until my balls were completely. It was almost 11:30 when they called my case. We went into the courtroomand sat at the desk in front of the bench. The judge was going throughsome papers and John fished a file folder from his briefcase. Finally thejudge looked up and John motioned for me to stand up. In retrospect itwas very anticlimactic as I was asked a few questions and had to sign afew papers which John said were just a legal formality. One stated I wasnot changing my name to evade any legal proceedings, one stated I. But I don’t know how else we can financially give Dad the care he needs unless you continue doing it for him and us. And besides, this is only the first day, and I’m confident that you’ll get more comfortable with all of this as the days pass." You probably won’t continue to be turned on by him once you’re more used to it. And besides, Dad has been very depressed since the accident, and I’m sure that having a beautiful and sexy woman like you to look at and helping him and touching him is. This might have never changed had my wife not looked at me one day, one day not long after the birth of our first son, and said to me, ?Why don’t you ever just tell me what to do? Why are you always asking?? My first response to this mentally was that her birth process had warped her mind. There was no way I could respond properly at the time; the statement was too powerful and stunning. But I felt welling up inside me a response that would take some time before it became clarified.. I.