Christian, mein zw?lfj?hriger Sohn, brachte mich wie so oft in Rage. Sein penetranter Ungehorsam mir gegen?ber lie? mich an meinen Erziehungsmethoden ...zweifeln. War es f?r mich wirklich unm?glich, ihn alleine gro? zu ziehen? Bei Sabine, meiner f?nfzehnj?hrigen Tochter ging es ja auch ohne m?nnliche Hilfe eines Vaters.Der Vater der beiden machte sich bereits vor zehn Jahren aus dem Staub, als er bemerkte, dass ein Familienleben nicht ganz das Seine ist. R?cksichtnahme, Kompromisse und so fort. Somehow, as I got up to go to the bathroom, he must have seen it. When I came back to my seat, he was smiling at me. We were in the back row of the plane, (this was NOT a crowded flight) and there weren’t many people around. He reached his hand over (I assumed to place it on the arm rest) and reached in and pulled out a strap of my thong. He let it go SNAP. I looked at him in fear, to the fact that he had found out my secret. He just smiled at me, and pulled up the arm rest. He moved closer to. When I returned she was standing facingthe window, her bathrobe open, watching the snow drifting down. Ifsomeone had been outside they would have got an amazing view of herlovely body. But there was no-one, everything was dull, that fadedgrey of a dark snowy day. Except for a single small beam of sunlightcrossing the yard. And each time a snowflake passed through the beamit twinkled. I wrote before that the sight from that window wasperfect, at that moment it was magical.She must have. Zzzzip. It opened and his hardcock slapped at the side of her face as it jutted out of the suitpants -- she smiled inwardly: he had obviously stopped after work to remove his underpants. She immediately slurped it into her mouth and pushed her face forward. Her tongue became frantic as he closed his eyes to savor the first contact. She did not pump her face forward and back but simply swallowed his hardness, her nose bumping into the hair peeking out of the opening in his pants. Her tongue.