I used to speak better.”“And what was that with your name?”“Michael Peter is my legal name, but in Russian, it’s ‘Mikhail Petrovich’, wh...ich is Michael, son of Peter. My sister Liz is ‘Elizaveta Petrovna’, which is Elizabeth, daughter of Peter.”“That’s cool. So your kids would get your first name as their middle name?”“It’s not technically a middle name; it’s a patronymic. But it works out the same. So my sons would get ‘Michael’ and my daughters ‘Michelle’. Or in Russian, ‘Mikhailovich’ and. Of parents who never will share with theirchildren the love that only a parent can share with a child... of mating and yes, having sex with them. Little boyswho will never share their beds with their mothers, girlswho never will feel the joy of sleeping with their father,his thick prick leaking precious sperm in their belliesafter a bout of loving sex that only a father and daughtercan share. Yes, I weep for you ... You and those people out thereyou call, "Normal Society" who never will. ’ ‘Well the last part is true. I have an iron will. I need it to keep off all those extra pounds.’ ‘Whatever, you look great. I wouldn’t say you had an ounce of fat on you, besides your breasts of course. Hehe.’ ‘I was wondering when you’d make a comment about them. Most guys do within the first 5 minutes, you actually lasted 4 days, I’m so proud of you.’ ‘Well I can see why, it looks like you’re about to burst open there.’ ‘HAHA! Well, okay it may look good now but I think my breasts are. "Maybe you should relax some more, since your sister so rudely interrupted you before." Mom!" I gasped. I noticed a tell tale bulge growing in the front of her nightgown and quickly averted my eyes. I almost told her to go relax, but stopped just in time. "Oh, never mind!"I hurried to my room and locked the door. Then I dragged my dresser over and barricaded it. I didn't want Liz sneaking in again while I was sleeping. She might do something weird to me, all in the name of good clean fun. I.