I mostly take up space and mooch off the hard work of my wives, and I worry about the kids and what they might hear.The last thing I want is for our n...mes and faces to appear on the news or in the local tabloids. I don't want them hearing rumours about how their parents are freaks. I've spent the last five years of my life trying to come up with a story that explains why our family is so different from everyone else they know and I don't want that explanation to come from their friends at. ‘Another time, Kara!’ I thought.My own cock had leaked pre-cum, which I scooped up with a finger, and licking it off. Once again, I reached over to the wipes, removed one then wiped Lauryn’s cock of all remaining cum, then helped her to pull her dress back down. Then patting the bed bedside me, I invited her to sit down. She did so, and we kissed and embraced, and we gushed over how fantastic our whole evening had been.* * *We continued our chat lying down together - our heels now removed. It's one of the reasons why she's insecure about her body and doesn't date much. She's made a lot of strides in that area though and has drawn a clear line that she will never tolerate abuse again. I respect that so much and I feel horrible that I made her feel back in that place again. I try harder to speak softly. "Lori, Come on. That's not fair. You know me. Don't put me in that category. I'm nothing like Tim. You know me better than that. Please. I'm truly sorry. I guess I was just. But I paused, for her sake. I looked at her kneeling before me, her tits hanging perfectly on her chest. The skin slightly pink from my overzealous pawing at them. She was no longer holding my penis, it throbbed anxiously, and twitched in between us, but I don’t think she noticed. She had a hand on each of my knees, they were wet with saliva. There was genuine concern on her face as she awaited my reply. She had just asked her youngest son to have sex and was clearly scared I might say ‘no’. I.