I am the designated airport delivery driver. Friends and family alike. Designated driver for anything since I do not drink and I take my driving serio...usly.34 years of driving and one nasty black ice accident. Not too bad in the scheme of things.Anyway, back to the airport. I dropped off my wife. We hugged and kissed after I removed her luggage from the back of her Escape.I cried for others many times. I had not cried for myself in quite a long time. I realized that the time for my wife's. I was confused, I had no clue what a hymen was, and told him so.'Have you had intercourse, a man's cock inside you'? I was touching myself, the urge was so strong, and as he watched I started to masturbate, right there and then, as if he was not there, but he was and he watched, what he had started and what I was trying to finish.I was humping myself like crazy and he rose and came over to me, 'All you girls seem to do it differently', he stated casually, then I saw him reach down and ease his. Derren's contorted face suddenly lifted, as if a burst of pleasure just hit him from nowhere. He looked down at Ashley with an evil grin, who opened her sky-blue eyes slowly at first, then snapping open as her delivered a hard, long stroke from her small entrance to her very depths."Mmm-AH!" Ashley screamed as he did it again, deeper, harder than before. And then she felt it, that unknown something that she wanted -- no, needed. Growing deep inside her, becoming more and more apparent with. ”“The money thing is not about you. Lyn. It’s about our son. About my loving him, how would he know I was his father unless…… Have you told him?”“Of course I have. Every child has a right to know who their father is. Noone should go through life not knowing who they are and where they came from. I wouldn’t do that to my son. Surely you and Sue have told your daughter... You haven't, have you.”“No, I wanted to when she was five years old but Sue told me that if I did that she would pack her.