To have good manners,always be polite, and kind, and that means showing that I value our time together,not sulking or being petulant or unappreciative.... Always remembering what alucky young lady I am, and keeping a happy face, and trying to brighten theday for everyone I meet ? not bringing people down or making people worry.Not letting myself down either, and that means paying attention when Daddyis teaching me something, because I'm a clever girl, only sometimes I can bearrogant and think I. Personally I think that went well beyond the "reasonable request" scope of the program, but I guess she didn't mind it. I don't plan to get gang banged ever, unless Carl is the Gang of One that does it! And certainly not before lunch time! I am not a morning person.Carl, of course, was as excited as I was about going to the dance. I got to relieve him twice, as you may know. Both times I did it on my knees in front of the whole class. Both times I collected his cum all over my blouse and skirt.. Dale’s giggled like a little schoolgirl when I told him I was pregnant. He was so excited! Even when we were first starting dating in high school he would often talk about his desire to be a father. I think it stemmed from all that trouble he had with his mother. That woman is a complete bitch. I’m not just saying that because she is an “in-law”, she really is evil. Not only did she abandon Dale was he was little, she made his life miserable once they rekindled their relationship. Dale was. I work lower, mouth on his belly and hands on his sides and circling to his buttocks, stroking and kneading. I kneel at his feet and look up at him as I start to unbuckle his belt and slowly unzip his trousers, his head is back, his eyes closed and his breath is a little harsher now. I admire his restraint and praise him for it, but he still groans as I start to pull his trousers down to his ankles, and I see he is wearing black silk boxer shorts, which I also admire and choose to leave for.