" "Ok." He replied. Philip didn't sound right, so I went to find him. He was in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a mug of tea held between his... clasped hands. "Are you ok?" I asked him, placing the milk and eggs on the table and putting my palm against his forehead. It was quite warm. "Oh, you know. One of my bad days." His voice sounded worried, even though he was trying his best to be upbeat. "Are you sure?" I was concerned. He had bad days but usually he was just exhausted. This. I need to measure you. I bet you’re at least 8 inches long.”“Is that big for a boy my age?”“It sure is, your dad’s not even 6.”“Wow! I like having a big dick. Fuck me hard Mom, here I come again.”When mom and I got through with that hot fuck, she went to shower and fix supper. I took another shower because I was sweating like crazy while we fucked like that.Dad came home, we ate a quick supper and they left. It was still early and I decided to ride my bike through the neighborhood ... since I. I stripped laboriously but finally I lay nude on the bed. The door creaked open. I turned. The lights in the room were off so I couldn’t see any faces but I saw a silhouette enter. The door closed and darkness masked him. In my weakened state and alcoholic induced hallucinations I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming. I felt something warm on my ass. It was a cream of some sort. I felt it move up and down my butt crack and against my ass hole. I couldn’t move though it wasn’t because I didn’t try or. The two pillars of the foundation were never in danger. She admitted reasons for her deceit concerning the third pillar and demonstrated her willingness. She never gave me any reason to not trust her, unlike that cheating slut ex-girlfriend she tries to live up to. The absolute faith and trust I have with Trista is one of the real reasons I married her. I joke that the reason I married her was that I never found a good reason to get rid of her. There is truth in that because people are who they.