Soon I heard the sound of my parents doing what parents do in bed at night, and since I was so much more aware of sex than I had been before, I decide... to see if I could get a peek of them in action. Sure enough, their bedroom door was open a crack, and as I knelt in the hallway, I could see them on the bed, in the light of a small bedside lamp.Mom was kneeling between Daddy's legs, much as Mary Lou and I had done between Aunt Betty's legs, and I could see her head bobbing up and down as he. I mean, every time I look onFictionmania I see new stories and more stories in a series oron a theme, so it is very easy to just logon and read the wealthof TG fiction without thinking about how it came to be there. Butnow I know how hard all of the authors work at their craft.I have also read the reviews that were posted about Part 1 andtook on board all of the comments and critique from readersand other authors. In response to the reviews, I have done a bitof a re-write of Part 1 to fix a. “Well, actually, I did once take it beyond the fantasy stage. I haven't dared tell this to Jack as it would probably make him insanely jealous; or fill him with a hope that is not going to be fulfilled. But it was very exciting at the time.”Tessa and I exchanged glances and I knew exactly what she was thinking: Jack had told us his little secret and now Megan was about to tell us hers. I could hardly wait and looked expectantly at Megan, encouraging her to continue.“I'll tell you,” she. He played some really romantic music and I was feeling good about it. And we reached the place, he walked me to the cottage and told me to close eyes, he went inside and came and lifted me in his arms and took me to the bedroom. It was decorated with beautiful flowers and the bed was spread with a red satin bed cover and a red quilt. I was impressed, he lay me gently over bed, went and locked the door and lay beside me and gently held me and gave me a bracelet chain and I liked it. He kissed my.