Here's my ideal wife/family and how a typical day in our theoretical household would go... She's got a pixar mom body, our one son is attractively thin, flexible, a dancer, has a good butt, a good size cock that's not done growing, he loves to touch daddies cock, he's a real pleaser, loves to make others happy. Our older son is more into typically boyish things like heavy metal and being angry, but he's just confused and angry at the world because he's got a different perspective than his brother. He's a crier, seeks me out in private, cries, we don't have carefree light fun sex like with my other son, me and my rough boy make real slow, gentle love, with kisses. He's got a bit of a stocky body and has gotten even broader since he started lifting weights. His nipples are very sensitive, he loves to have them licked when we're alone and safe. They both fuck their mom of course, and each other. Then there's our daughters, the older one is like a cross between our two boys, she likes heavy rock and lifting but also likes dance and flexibility, she's not as emotionally troubled as my sensitive prince but she's not as optimistic as my steady prancer boy, she's a realist, and she fucks like one too. Then there's the youngest, she's the odd one out, only listens to classical, won't have sex with anybody in the family but me and her mom, and whatever big dicked big nutted latge breed dog was our family pet, doesn't like dance, doesn't like sports or lifting, she's got a killer body though, well figured as is, she's very bookish, she insisted on measuring my penis every day when she was learning about how she was growing, because she wanted to study my growth the same as I was studying hers, and just like I was proud of her just as she is and would be, she would always say "good daddy!" and be proud of me and give my cock a kiss after every measurement (because of course my cock is done growing so its size never varied outside normal engorgement which was a phenomenon she understood as I explained it to her much earlier). Our family lives this way without any zombies (antis, haters, psychopaths who pop their head out of the ground like a cartoon character to say "I DON'T CONSENT" while holding a sign that says "isn't there somebody you forgot to ask?!") catching our scent and harming us. Our children eventually marry and start families of their own with the same good respectable values they were raised with, and we'll be grandparents, and our one daughter will be a book writer, the other a successful entertainer (family entertainment not pornography you perverts), the troubled son will become a veterinarian after some struggles with addiction, and the dancer son will come out as gay and become a prominent speaker. We will all be so proud of each other, how we braved the storm, weathered the storm together and survived it as a family in this hellish zombie anti-sensuality land. /vent fantasy fiction