I wasn’t actually sick of my well practiced fingers or my battery operated toys, I just needed the touch and feel of a man again. Then more doubts c...owded my emotions, would I be any good in bed I asked myself? My ex told me many times I was, but we all know how men lie. I took off my clothes and stood in front of my full length mirror. I lifted my breasts slightly up to where they used to sit and cursed god for letting me get old. My dark pubs had thinned a little over the years, but didn’t. Married before the baby’s born. Will you marry me?”“MARRY?!” she pulled away and turned to face me, gazing into my eyes. “Are you serious? What will your mother say?”“Of course I’m serious. You shouldn’t worry about what Mum will say if we marry – you should worry about what she’ll say if we don’t.”“Steve, marriage ... it’s beyond a dream. I ... I want to talk to your mother before I say yes. Is that okay?”“Of course it’s okay.” I leant forwards and gently kissed her.“Tomorrow. What are your. Nope, we're going. Jack, the doctor has a tiny waiting room, and we won't be gone much more than an hour. You can just hang here if you want, and we'll be back in no time."Tommy realized that further protest was pointless. Before he or Jack could say anything, Tommy's mother had whisked him out of the house and into the car. Jack and Taylor had been sitting in the family room witnessing the brief discussion of the appointment. Suddenly they were all alone, together. Each looked at the walls,. E. climbing frames, ball pits, trampolines and slides. There was candy, soft drinks, changing tables and oversight by caring, but strict matrons, dressed in satin blouses and long leather skirts. As with all my personnel, they had big, very visible bosoms. Since I picked it out, I knew what these matrons were wearing underneath their blouses and skirts: 50s style lingerie, with garters and open-bottom girdles.Then there was Black Lagoon, which took a more stern approach to playgrounds. In here,.