Can you please do the same today’I again gave it a thought but I know it is not that harmful to do it. Boys seemed to be excited currently but then ... knew for sure that if they get relieved, they will be alright. I felt that me doing this was just to help them relax with a mom’s love and not anything else.So I sat back on the headrest and let them lay their bodies on mine. I said – ‘Ok fine honey. I will. But this should not be known to others and you should not ask more than this.’ They nodded. “Who is currently guarding your incredibly dangerous, uncontrollable, homicidal, maniacal prisoner?” asked the Judge.“I’m told the acting director of the [redacted] is with him.”“Better and better,” said Judge Tollifson. “Well? You’ve been ordered to produce him. Produce him!”Jones left the courtroom and returned with Jane and Bobby. They were led to stand in front of the bench.“Where is the nun?” asked the Judge.Smith looked at Jane, only too eager to pass the buck.“Where is the nun?” he. They had a glare to them. Her lips where tight. No honey I answered , then I returned to my cooking.That stare at her legs got my dick hard again. I looked down at it and said you little bastard. Yes I called my penis a little bastard. I sat the table with candles and a white linen table cloth. When everything was ready I went to tell my wife that supper was ready. I didn't walk all the way into the den at first I stopped at the door so I could watch her for a second. Her legs where still. Sam suggested that she might give me a ‘rub-down’ with an ‘oily rag’ as it were - whereupon my other half immediately announced she needed some fresh air and exercise and would take the dog for a walk.This time, the feeling of being ‘stitched’ was more than just the elephant in the room, but I decided not to resist and agreed. Trouble there may be, but actually, I just decided to give in gracefully.So Pat went out with the dog and left Sam and me alone together in the house. ‘Come on then.