In fact, there’s a lot about that time of my life that you’d do well to avoid.”“How can I avoid it if we don’t talk about it?”“Sometimes...I wish your IQ was a lot lower,” I said.“Well, it’s not, so you’re stuck with me. Now, would you please answer my question?”I thought about it. This made no sense at all. Why was she even interested?“Okay. I’ll answer your question, if you’ll explain why a modern day young woman of your breeding and caliber could possibly be genuinely interested in who won a. Also attaching a photo of me in my uniform.With LoveDavid As Samantha read the email, her heart was pacing at an unbelievable speed. She knew her son was not only lusting her body but was also in love with her as she read the second paragraph of his email. Her breathing was long and unsteady as she read the next paragraph of her son describing her body.A warm sensation was spreading across her body as she kept reading the same paragraph again and again. She had many questions now. Was her son. You're not allowed to touch me there without permission. It's very improper!"That's exactly what Susan would say. Furthermore, cooking in nothing but an erotic apron (and high heels) was exactly what she would be doing at this time. However, after a couple of seconds, Alan somehow sensed that it wasn't Susan. For one thing, the voice was too scratchy. For another, the smell was feminine and lovely, but it wasn't Susan's smell. But what really gave it away was when he finally tore his eyes away. "I mean, it doesn't feel good ... but it won't tear you or anything." Tear me!?" Emily said, clasping a hand over her crotch. "Oh my god!" Calm down!" Stephanie said. "I said that won't happen." How long do I have?" Emily asked."Well, you got knocked up yesterday morning," Stephanie said. "So you should pop tonight some time."Emily squeezed her bloated belly. "That long? Am I going to get bigger than this?"Stephanie stroked Emily's abdomen and laughed. "Yeah hon," she said. "you've still got.