Corrie spoke up at that point and gave the reason for going that many of the women would accept, "If you do go, you can see about finding your sons an... husbands and persuading them to come home." After several discussions about what would be best to take, the group broke up to go home and think.I turned to look at my wives and saw six half closed eyes looking back at me. I looked around for Willy and saw him being led out of the door by Ola. Looking back at my wives, I felt like a mouse under. Neither her reading nor her uncle's intimate touches had prepared her for what she saw in the magazine. She sat at her desk, looking around frequently to be sure she wasn't observed, and studied each explicitly detailed picture. Penises that were bigger than she'd ever imagined being inserted into women, top and bottom. Shocked and disgusted by what she saw she nonetheless felt warmth suffusing her thirteen-year-old loins and her sex swelled and moistened. She also felt a certain perverse pride. He headed downstairs toward the front door."Where are you going Mark?" Claire Hunter asked. He ignored her and walked outside.She sat alone in her misery. She was scared of what Mark might do next. She never realized her son had an iron will. Before he had always been moody, but obedient. "Oh," she exclaimed to herself. She realized what she thought as a moody disposition was really anger directed toward her. She sighed.A while later she roused herself. "I need to see all of those papers he. .. to lay with you. As man and woman." You wish to lay with me. You mean you want to fuck?" I do not know... fuck."David made a circle with his index finger and thumb and then stuck the index finger of his other hand into the circle, giving her the sign for what he meant.Arabella gasped and put her hand to her mouth in shock but then she nodded her head, blushing again."In my country, Princess, women aren't afraid to say what they want. And they don't use terms like 'lay with me'. When a woman.