She reached over me and climbed on the bed and as she did her breasts gently slid across my face. She placed her head on my shoulder as I had my arm w...rapped around her. We just laid there for a while then I turned toward her and we began to kiss. Softly at first then more passionately which lead to our lips parting and our tongues playing with each other. She rolled toward me and started kissing my neck and working her way up to my ear. I felt a quiver in my body then she began to nibble my ear. ”“Call The Guinness Book!” Jessica tittered. “Jesse’s gestation period was nine YEARS instead of nine months!”“You know the kid!” I grinned. “Does he do ANYTHING the easy way?”“No!” came the chorus from three girls in the middle seats.“You all love him very much,” I said.“Boys are shitheads!” Birgit declared.“All of them, Pumpkin?” I asked.“Yes! Especially dads!”Jessica burst out laughing as the three girls giggled. I just shook my head; it served me right having a van full of girls!“She’s got. "I had to beat the eggs with a spoon," she says, with a devilish smile. J asks someone in the kitchen to get him a wooden spoon. In between the slaps Delilah is landing on my already sensitive ass, I hear laughter and appreciative gasps and footsteps hurrying to the kitchen to get the spoon. I do start to cry because I hate the spoon so very much. The humiliation is the least of my concerns anymore as I start to whimper and then cry and then scream out as she lands the blows hard and slow and. It would be up to me, likely.The return home involved the usual hugs and "I missed you." After eating dinner, spending some time with the kids, and tucking them in bed, I was left with little time to get my plan together. I made a quick trip to our "toy" supply, and went downstairs with it, planning on fun in our den floor. It wouldn't be the most comfortable, but I wasn't in the mood for the "in the bed" routine. Going upstairs, I found that my wife was showering, and after a quick talk.