“She’s getting too big to carry on your hip!” Kara teased. “I guess Daddy isn’t quite as strong as his daughter thinks he is!”“Mom!” B...irgit commanded in a VERY familiar tone of voice. “Stop teasing!”Jessica and I looked at each other, then broke up laughing.“She sounds just like you, Kara!” Jessica declared.“Oh, shut up you two!” Kara growled, but she laughed with us.January 5, 1996, Chicago, Illinois“What’s wrong, Dad?” Birgit asked as we cuddled on Friday morning.“I miss Calvin and Hobbes,” I. Thistime, instead of me using my hand, I want you to use your hand. Do notmake such a big deal out of it. Just do it." Yes Marsha, if that is what you really want."So I started pulling on my penis. I squeezed and pulled and ran my handup and down the shaft. Slowly I got harder. It took quite a while andmy arm was starting to tire from all the pumping action but finally Icould feel it starting. I began to moan as cum started to boil upinside my penis.Marsha was watching, studying me. The seat was made of marble and looked to be impossibly uncomfortable. After Sue had cast the spell on the bad guys, Jack asked her to use her magic to get rid of this throne and bring in two overstuffed recliners for them us use as thrones. Sue thought that was an excellent idea, and she got right on it.The old throne vanished in a puff of smoke and two recliners appeared. They were top of the line with no amenity left out. The chairs were covered in leather, one in red for Jack and the other. Not right.As he contemplated, there was a sudden thump on the back of his feet. Normally, he might've been able to stand his ground, but today he was distracted and caught off guard. Marco's feet flew forward, and the rest of his body hit the ground.Lying on his back, he was about to get up, but a split second later, there was something heavy suddenly pressing down on his head, keeping him on the ground.Whatever it was, it was blocking too much light for Marco to see it clearly. It was soft,.