”“So, what do you think now? What do you want?”“I have no idea. Not for sure, anyway. I absolutely have to patch things up with Stephanie. The... thing is, at this point, restoring our relationship to what it was might actually mean going through with it. Well, assuming she forgives me and then changes her mind. There’s no guarantee that she will, of course.”Kara looked at me intently, a question clearly forming in her mind. One that she had to ask and that would determine our future.“Steve, do. I thought I was average too in the penis department, 6" fully hard, hell what did I know, I didn't check out my buddies junk in the shower after gym. My parents were working class stiffs, and my sister, Sara, was a little chunky, 2 years younger, long brown hair & brown eyes, average looking, probably a "C" cup and a pert ass. We lived in a great house 3 bedrooms upstairs, a large living room & dining room, and a full, finished basement, that my parents used to entertain as well as us k**s for. " Like what?" Well, for one thing, Kim's not 'just' a virgin. She was raised in a convent orphanage and the sweet sisters told her being a house slave just, just, just meant you cleaned and cooked and did, did, did the laundry." Oh, my," Mommy clicked her tongue, "I'm afraid that will never do, not in THIS family." And, when I asked her where babies came from, she said 'angels bring them down from heaven, of course.' In other words," Carol howled as she rode Daddy's manhood to a pleasurable. ‘Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!’ What in God’s name was he doing to her? Whatever it was, I already knew with certainty that she would need it again. And again. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!’ “OOOOwwwww OOOOwwwww OOOOwwwww!” The wail as my lovely wife reached another orgasm was loud; almost feral but it brought the activities to an end. For a few minutes there was quiet; apart from faint but insistent creaking sounds that I could now hear coming from the other bedroom – the one into which.