Being given special treatment.Little changes in people, such as favorite colors, the shirt they have on, the words they speak, the gestures they make,... small quirks, and other characteristics.Microsocial tweaks, either widely distributed or individually (e.g. having a person pat their behind twice while conversing, subtle physical strokes across their body, bawking like a chicken whenever saying goodbye, etc.)Irony (e.g. someone in a position of control not actually being in control, a musician. I love you and nothing you tell me could ever change that,” I said. “Dan, maybe this could enhance the relationship for us. I hope so.” “Here we go then. When I was younger I had a very close relationship with my Dad. Eventually Nan found out, and rather than rant and rave about it, she wanted to join in. Even after I married your father, whenever I was visiting them, both Mom (Nan) and Dad (Pa) would always ask me to join then in bed. I don’t know how we got through so many years like. So, I swing back to my room and get the ruler. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the steel one... steel is cold. I come back and stand right where I stood before and hand you the ruler. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lace with a red bow... pretty panties... not what I would wear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.You ask me to pull the ottoman and sit facing you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my knees with the ruler and indicate. Erica's mouth was stretched wide to accommodate the thickness of his shaft. She certainly seemed up for the challenge. I knew from our discussions how much she liked his cock, but I didn't expect her go down on him since we really hadn't discussed her doing that.As Erica plunged John's shaft as far down her throat as she could, Lacey sucked my dick into her mouth. The sensation of having another woman sucking my dick, as my wife sucked another guy was more than I could have imagined. Thinking.