"Stop it in front of Dad..." says Mom, excited by the situation of being "done" next to my father, and today, sticky love juices are dripping from her vagina, forming strings. I dig the hemp rope into her vagina and let her spend the morning with the family, and by the time we finish eating, my cheeks are red and my vagina is soft. My mother's body no longer feels that what we do is normal, and even though she says she "loves Dad," she is not satisfied and is addicted to our acts, and it's obvious that she expects further training. Even the acts that she used to dislike now make her purposely dislike them, and it makes me laugh that she resents her body for being sensitive to them.