I'm not a great cook, but pretty good. I like to experiment with unique ingredients. I have a vegetable garden, and a big yard with fruit trees, and w...ld herbs. It is springtime and the fiddleheads are just popping up from the cold ground. I harvested a nice load of fiddleheads for dinner tonight. Lightly steamed and slathered with butter, they taste a lot like asparagus. I also collected a new herb tonight. My field guide identifies it as “Switch Sorrel”. It’s an unassuming multi-branch. It gets me off. Am I a whore?”“Yes!” I growled, slamming her harder. “You’re a whore. You’re a whore and your son should see you rubbing your cunt. I’m going to send him this video. I’m going to send my sister this video. And they are going to come and come and come themselves watching you masturbate.”“Please, send it to them. I want them to see me rub my pussy. I want them to see me. Oh, fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming again on Daddy’s hard cock.” She gasped. And I felt her orgasm convulse around. Could it be missionary with the lights on? Or maybe missionary with the lights partly dimmed? How about missionary, but she keeps her panties on? Or missionary and you keep your underpants on? It might even be missionary but the both of you keep your underwear on. You try to imagine how that would work. Is it even possible?“Babe, I’d do anything to make you happy,” you say truthfully. “Don’t be shy. Tell me what you want, and I’ll try to make it happen.”Rose bites her lip nervously, then raises. ‘Coop, really, I’m fine,’ Callia told him. Cooper glanced at his watch. ‘Then why don’t you tell me why you’re up at seven in the morning puking your guts out,’ he challenged. Callia smiled, pushed herself up off of the floor, reached for something on the back of the toilet and handed it to him. ‘I was going to tell you after your graduationceremony later, but since you insist …’ Callia’s voice trailed off as Cooper pulled her into his arms and held her tight. ‘Are you sure you’re alright?’.