Mike just stood in amazement. “Close you mouth honey.”Not even talking his eyes off her body he responded. “I was not staring.”“Its ok hone..., I like that I can still stop them cold at thirty.”She headed out the door and brushed passed mike.“I will be home some time early in the morning so I guess I will not see you again.”“I hope not.” he responded“Aren’t you sweet honey. Kristin is at practice she should have been home any minute now so just make your-self at home.”She smiled and headed for. I was thinking of all the hot girls I see in my day to day life and how every single one of them would have to submit to my sexual desires. I thought of my high school crush, Samantha. Tina, the hot milf next door. I thought of Ashley, the busty slut at my workplace. And then I even thought of my little sister, Natalie. Her 18th birthday was only a week away, and suddenly I became very conflicted. I turned the channel once more...*click*... only this time it wasn't a man on screen. It was a. Veronica. Ms Veronica was one of the mistresses ofthe house, and clinical Psychologist who also helped counsel peoplein the discovery of Female Supremacy.Over the next couple of days we exchanged emails then a phone withboth myself and my husband. It was explained that the house was veryreal. That males who came to the house were expected to live mycertain rules, and failure to do so, would mean immediate explosion.Males could not sit on furniture, they could not drink for glasses,they had one. Wendy was the cousin of the wife of my friend, Brad. I went to a barbecue at Brad's and he introduced us. She had been widowed, remarried and then, like me, was divorced. Unlike me, however, she had kids: a stepdaughter of twenty nine (the daughter of her first husband) and a son just turned twenty one. They were both out on their own, and in other parts of the country, so it didn't matter much to me. Wendy worked as an assistant to a local legislator on the state level.For some reason, being.