She also did that and we were playing with each other’s tongue. I was caressing her buttocks and playing with them. We broke the kiss after a while....Then I asked her, “Are you ready my darling?” She replied with a nod, “This time please ejaculate inside me.”I said, “But what if you get pregnant?” To that, she replied, “That’s why I have come here for.” I was taken aback. I asked, “What?” She replied, “My husband sent me here so that I can get pregnant by you. He is impotent and moreover, he is. Now it’s just the two of us. When we retire, we’ll probably move up here.”Jill nodded in understanding. It was certainly pretty enough and quiet enough, though it would probably drive her and George nuts from boredom. To each their own. “Anyway, like I was saying, neither of the boys is actually mine.”“Really? I noticed that Dave calls you by your first name occasionally, but that Charlie always calls you Mom,” replied Amanda questioningly.Jill nodded. “I was still in college myself when I met. I’m out.’ ‘Thank God,’ his parents both said, ‘Thank God.’ ‘I’d like to wash up, if that’s OK,’ he said, still holding his duffelbag. Inside, buried beneath everything else, were his four medals and he knew they would go from one hiding place to another, this time the bottom of his closet. ‘It’s OK that I stay here, right?’ He never thought to ask. ‘If it’s not….’ ‘Mio ragazzo, certamente.’ The woman hugged her son again. ‘You change and come to eat. I’ll make spaghetti or do you want lasagna?’. It’s your favourite spot, that area just below my belly button, where my skin is smooth and warm and fragrant. Maybe it’s the contrast to you that draws you there. You’re all hard lines and planes and angles, muscled limbs and stubble. Maybe we naturally seek out the opposite, in order to better appreciate our own uniqueness. I stretch languorously and roll onto my back to give you better access. The palm of your hand rubs slow, lazy circles upon my belly, soothing and intimate. There are.