"You're saying that breakfast is already ready?" Ada asked."Yep. We're ready to eat. Let's hurry; I'm starved."Rich people don't get up, cook their ow... breakfast and eat at six in the morning, Ada told herself as she and her daughter exchanged looks.After going through the line in the dining room, there were somehow two seats left just to Jeff's left as he sat at the head of the table. "Good morning, Ladies. Did you have any trouble getting back to sleep after your snack this morning?" he. I got up once to pour myself a glass of wine and put in a DVD, but I was too wasted to follow the plot and soon I fell asleep. Nex morning, though slightly hung over, I felt much calmer, and managed to get a few hours’ work done. But as the afternoon wore on I got fidgety again, stealing looks at the clock, whose hands barely moved between glances. I seemed to get hardons every 20 minutes, and it was all I could do not to strip down and whack. Save that for Steve, I thought. But then I. I suppose the reason why I hadn’t gone all the way with either guy was with one he was younger – 19 still lived at home with his parents, the other was married, and if circumstances with either had been different I would have. There was another factor in that David and I had talked on and off about having another child before I was 30 (I was nearly there) and so I wasn’t actively protected by the pill at this time. Frankly by that time our sex life was almost confined to a Saturday night. Part of the regular routine was to feed the calvestheir milk replacer, which was basically a powder thatyou mixed with hot water and then fed to them out of abig bottle or small pail. I never tasted it, but Ialways liked the smell of it… sweet and a littlemusky at the same time. At the time, I was probably about 13 years old, andjust beginning to get curious about all things sexual.It was during this particular evening that as I wasfeeding the calves, watching them suck from thebottles,.