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You're talking about having sex with our own children!" "Tom," Liz said in an understanding voice "I know this sounds twisted and wrong and maybe even disgusting, but I want you to think about what could happen if we do nothing. Imagine them going off to college. Imagine Molly's first sexual encounter with a guy. She'll probably start dating the first frat guy to hit on her and we both know it will not be some nice respecting boy who goes to church. On the first chance he has he will get her panties off and they will have sex. "Molly won't have a clue what she's doing, and you can bet the guy will take advantage of that. He will do whatever he wants with her, popping our little girl's cherry without giving it a second thought. He might even talk her out of using a condom, which he will succeed, because she doesn't really know the difference between having sex with or without one. Next thing we know our beautiful little daughter is pregnant and her next twenty years are ruined." As Tom listened to his wife, he was starting to understand what she was talking about. The vivid image she painted was not at all farfetched and there was no way he was going to let anything of the sort happen to either of his kids. "Let's say for a second that I agree with you." Tom said to his wife as he pondered on her words for a while in silence "What do you suggest we do?" "I haven't really thought pov it all the way through," she said to her husband "But basically, I thought that when they turn eighteen, we take Zach Hardcore and Molly aside at night, talk to them about it then do it with them." Liz finished saying and watched her husband as he considered this in silence. "I think if we really do this, we need to do it separately." Tom said to Liz. He couldn't believe he was actually thinking about it seriously. "You and Zach in one room and Molly and I in another. I think that seeing each other have sex for the first time is too much. It's tough enough having sex for the first time with your own parents, no need to spanking add any more." "You are right honey, that's a good point." Liz said happily to her husband "So are you with me on this?" "Liz," Tom said giving her a serious look "do you really think you could bring yourself to have sex teen with our boy?" "It won't be very easy," Liz said "But what I tried to do for the past week, is look at him not as our son but as a man. That's when I started to notice how big and handsome he got." Liz thought back outdoor to her eldest son, his short light brown hair, broad shoulders, strong arms and handsome face. "I suggest you try and do the same with Molly. When he opened his eyes, he finally understood what the feeling was. Her and Sam kept in touch from when she was in school. His voice was soft but firm. The triangular head of the cock reached the lips of her outdoor twat, causing them to bulge outward as she purposely clenched down tight, unwilling to relinquish her loving claim on the sea creature’s throbbing dick. fingers, then pinching the swollen buds to bring a She laid down and I climbed into he arms. We were pumped. Seth was a cute guy. Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous part. Going back to school was a little pov awkward. How many times has he done you?” “So how many did you each have?” Ethan asked. Bobby lived about forty-five minutes away from campus and Carl lived an Hardcore hour away in the opposite direction so they drove separately and met out teen front of The Vous. “Sir, I have become aware of a strong yearning to identify and attempt to satisfy the deepest desire each of you might have as a relationship to me.” I took a sip of the brandy in my hands, feeling the liquid warm my throat. The blood they had was out of date, kept at room temperature under the baking sun and not refrigerated, most of it from desperate HIV positive starving refugees, with little spanking chance of the Blood type in the bottle matching the label. I was close, and I told her so. Toby tightened his grip on her arm and kept hold of his gun, which he had hidden in his inside coat pocket. He was young, probably just out of high school.