. I'll be good."The House members sat out on the deck, enjoying the morning and sipping coffee."Alright Dommi," Margo said as she lay back, resting ag...ainst the deck chair Harry occupied. "I gather that from your earlier comments that you'd like it if we 'held court' at your place every Friday night." You bet I would. And don't get me wrong, I'm not talking performing every week ... of course, the 'three-ring' would only be yours those nights you did, but there's a section right next to it where. ‘I don’t think you want me to write that.’ She thought about this for a while, a long while. Then she seemed to reach a decision. ‘I will leave it to you to print what you think is acceptable. My father was a man who detested weakness. When I was young he never let me win a game, would always beat me until I could beat him. He wasn’t unkind, just never contemplated giving in. My mother didn’t understand but I did. I understood completely. He made me compete with him for everything. And he. "The bus dropped me off at the RV park. "There! I made it though the first day of my high school experience," I told Mizz Helen.She laughed. "Fourteen!"I was telling her all the things that went on when I saw Dan's truck pull in. I didn't wait for him to walk in. I ran out and hugged him."Wow, punkin," he said. "Was your day bad?" No, baby," I said. "I wouldn't say 'bad'. 'Interesting' is a better word." I hauled him down and kissed him, right there in the middle of the park. We went in and. Betty was still in great shape, her large breasts soft pillows that I loved to play with. Her eyes opened, a pleased smile on her face.“Morning,” she purred.“Honey ... did we... ?” I swallowed. Did I really want to know? Had we really molested our sleeping, fourteen-year-old daughter? What type of terrible parents were we.“I hoped you didn’t regret last night,” purred my wife. “Because it was so hot watching you take Tiffany’s cherry. Mmm, you pumped so much cum into our daughter’s virgin.