"5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC."If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."6. My mother taught me F...ORESIGHT."Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."7. My father taught me IRONY."Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS."Shut your mouth and eat your supper."9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM."Just you look at that dirt on the back of your. I'd recently broke up with my boyfriend, Ricky, who I'd been fucking since he took my cherry a year earlier, when I was fourteen. I don't know when the idea hit me, but I began to think it would serve both of us nicely if I tried to help my step-dad out. What harm could there be in that? All I had to do was let him know I wasn't the sweet little fifteen-year-old virgin he thought I was, and that I wouldn't mind some of what mom was missing out on.I'd been thinking about him a lot while. She found it impossible to take the larger imitation phalluses in her mouth, and gagged as soon as they reached her throat. It was a limitation the Mistress would not accept, and was determined to overcome. After the fourth failed attempt Sheri was strapped over a horse, her legs paddled until she took the entire length of a mounted dildo down her aching throat. She strained to resist the gagging, knowing it would only earn her further beatings. She shuddered to think of the punishments she'd. I stepped over to his chair. "Jim Thorpe you're not." I reached up and ruffled Dad's hair the way he used to do to me. "But I wouldn't trade you in on anybody." Remind me to raise your allowance." You just did, dear. After he built the awning last week," his wife reminded him."Well, I can raise it again, can't I?" Not unless Bill Miller plans to give you a raise. We'll have to trade him in on a cheaper son." Mom grinned at me, making sure I knew she'd never trade me in. "Good game tonight. You.