Her husband of three months was out drinking with pals instead of being with her. She’d really gotten into “fucking”, as she now bravely called ...t, and hadn’t had any today. Her husband’s ‘shine was ok if mixed with orange juice and she was a bit juiced up herself when he staggered in the door, followed by a young man she didn’t recognize. Before she could protest her husband announced loudly and slurred, “This here’s Tommy he ain’t got a place to stay I gotta piss!”That sprang her into action. "Mauli, i need to take a loo, I'll be in AB's room" Wait flush so broken, just use mine" okey"I went to her room, vut before i was done she came back and knocked on the door, she asked "just flush everything you do, i dont want anything funny in the toilet" in her usual creappy voice that i hatted."Will do" Just wait i eant to see you flush it, i wamt pprof, your AB dont do it" I promise I'll do it" No just open the door, i need to check"I insted on not to ipen the door and flushed, but was. And yet it is a gift, miraculous despite it being common to all of us. We all were once growing inside for nine months.“The advantages? Multiple orgasms?”“You would choose that,” she smirked.“I live for it,” he chuckled. “I don’t know if it’s an advantage, it is for the parents, but girls are easier to raise. Quieter. More receptive. More aware. I think it’s the sexual directional thing. Passive internal as opposed to aggressive external.”“Being more aware to be warier.”“Or wiser. Perhaps the. Stronger as our love is our feeling for timing and posing. Again you use my body as a model. I know as well as you do, everything should be okay. Everything is okay. I enjoy it as much as you do. Even though I couldn't imagine it before I met you. With every picture you take I feel more love of you, I feel more love for my own body. Your love for my body makes me feel special.You give me back what I lost a long time ago. You make love with me, just by taking a picture. It’s okay. More days will.