Right?"He continued to color. "These aren't Connie's girls..." He sat the crayondown and picked up another without looking up. "They're mine." Oh? Did...you happen to get married, have a family and I wasn't invited tothe wedding?" I said with a chuckle.He glanced up smiling. "They're mine from before."I raised my eyebrows. "From before?" His comment perplexed me and so Ithought I would move forward and just ask. "From before when?"He shrugged. "From before I was born."I pulled out a chair and set. This is what she sent me. Here is a message my slut wife sent me just a few weeks ago. I thought I would share this little bit and I hope you enjoy.First slut wants you to know she adores her Master and his thick fat cockI do not know if I really have any sexual fantasies. But could maybe tell my Master some things slut plays out in her mind. Slut likes when Master demands what he wants from her. I love when you talk dirty to me, calling me slut, cunt, bitch, telling me take it up your ass.. ’I found the little plastic bottle, opened it and handed it to him. He lubricated his middle finger, dropped his hand down and after he had let out a long deep breath, he slid in the wet finger slowly into his dark opening as he breathed in. He paused, exhaled deeply, another pause… then as he inhaled, and he presses it home, more and more. He repeated this slow deliberate process, as his finger seemed to slip in effortlessly past his knuckles right up to the hilt. It was amazing in my mind. But we spent the money to get both our kids the training and boating certifications specifically so they would be responsible boaters.”“And we’re both excellent swimmers” Kayla interrupted her father’s thoughts.“Yes, and they are both accomplished swimmers” her father smiled at Kayla. “While RJ was asking, I was sitting reminiscing that my sister Christy and I did our first boating trip to camp at the lake, in a run-down 20 ft Bayliner I had purchased . . . and at the time I was only slightly.