They bring me once a month for a short visit. It saddens them, knowing they won’t have to do it much longer. I’m eighty three years old now, and ...eside at an assisted living facility in a small apartment. They bring me my meals and check on me periodically, just in case. It’s nice, but it’s not a home, more like a transition point. It reminds me of the name of that old British sitcom, ‘Waiting For God’. It won’t be long now. I welcome it. My cocktail of current drugs do nothing but blunt the. You learned to perform beyond the limits of your imagination. You succeeded, and you gave her no credit. Now, as a grown man, she loves you despite this. She has earned your honor and devotion a thousand times over, and you have disregarded her. A part of you knows that you owe her the best you can offer her. She deserves the limits of your body and your mind and at least some genuine reciprocation of the care, empathy, and love she has so selflessly given to you throughout your life. She. Spent, he would lie on top of her, and she would whisper in his ear. "You'll make me pregnant, won't you? If I don't get pregnant this time, promise you'll keep trying until I do?." Irfan promised, spraying his virile seed into the depths of her fertile womb at least twice every day. My mother said she loved the feel of his sperm splashing into her warm, liquid depths. It was inevitable. My mother got pregnant, her stomach swollen with my friend's c***d growing inside her.The evening of the day. "Are you ready to take this step"? I asked her, as we were about to get into the car. "I think a couple of glasses will help me to relax Poppy, but yes Im ready" she stated confidently while slinging her legs into the car. As we pulled up to the valet, she giggled "Poppy, your so Bad as the valet opened her car door for her. Easing one leg out at a time, he offered his hand to help her up from the car seat. His eyes seemed to pop forward out of their sockets, as he realized he was lookin right.