“But it is a personal journey which cannot be replicated for anyone else. It’s something each person has to do on their own and for his or her own... self. I’ll just say that I’ve encountered too many things in life which point to something beyond basic human existence, and that gives rise to the belief in what people refer to as the ‘spiritual realm’ or the ‘soul’ or ‘«kami»’ or whatever you want to call it. I can’t prove it, but my personal experience says it’s there, as does the personal. After a few minutes, I stood up and she hopped off the table and placed a hand on my crotch, "I want this..." she insisted. Unzipping my fly, she giggled as she pulled the socks out. "Oh you don't need these, your big enough as it is" she complimented as she then pulled my erect cock through the fly and started to pull on it with her hand. She playfully squeezed and pulled making a huge bead of precum form at the tip of the shaft. She promptly licked it off and continued to lick my head, she. “I’m sure that Dad has lots of cum left for you too,” she joked.“Daddy, will you wear your hoodie and lounger pants for us?” Jenny asked.“Yes, if you want me to.”“We do!” Hanna added.“I hope you don’t mind if we call Dan our Daddy. He feels like one to us,” Jenny said going to Cathy. “We love him too.”“I don’t mind, I think it’s kind of cute you girls call him Daddy. I know he’s as good a dad to you as he is to me.” Cathy smiled at him then looked down Jenny’s top at her revealing. The material, so safe, so warm and so protective, was slowly dragged down her legs. She had hold of hose and panties together and lifted her leg. She tottered in front of him, and almost urged herself to fall forwards into his lap, as she struggled to unhook the material around her ankle where it had caught. Yet she managed and the other leg was simple. Meantime, Ricky had taken out a small bottle holding a clear gel and had smeared some of it slowly over the panties he had brought for her. He.