That's why we kiss a lot."Megan scrunched up her ten year old face, "It looks yucky. Can I have a snack?"I told Stacy, "You go change, and I'll rustle... up some grub for the kiddos. Brenda should be here in thirty minutes. You have any special plans for dinner?" I didn't dare ask about other plans for after dinner with daughter Megan standing there.She pointed at the refrigerator. "I'm all set. Just need a warm oven. Be back in ten." She disappeared to our bedroom wing, and I made some hot dogs,. And now it was her turn to throw and when she moved around the board she landed on ‘give ten strokes to his dick.’ She took it gently in her hand and slipped the skin back and then very slowly she said, ‘One, two, three,’ right up to ten. It felt so good he didn’t want it to stop but now it was his go again and this was a real surprise. ‘It says you have to spit on my cock and then I have to ram it into your ass,’ he said, expecting that this was the point that she’d back out. But she didn’t,. She said, "I would like to talk about our story. I like the idea. What do we need to write up for our next class?" We need a description and a thesis statement. I can understand and figure out the description but the thesis statement could sound a little strange." I thought for a moment. "Of course, we get to prove our thesis with our fictional story."Karen nodded. "As much as this spot is lovely, I think we need to go to the library or some place to sit down and open my computer. If we can. It's a great feeling to know that you are a part of all that good karma, and my buddies and I really hammed it up. At the game we all wanted to give back to the town and the school a team "thank-you" for their enthusiasm, so we really played tough, and everyone on the team concentrated on the game, so there wasn't the usual goofing off on the bench that day. I did manage to glance over at the cheerleading squad when I was not involved on the field, and a couple of times I saw Missy watching me..