He wanted to thaw it slowly. Next he made himself a mug of tea and sat down at the kitchen table with a cookery book. He was going to roast the bird b...t wanted to find out about what he called to himself additives.As he studied the recipe he realised two things. He was going to have to do some shopping and he was going to have to spend forty minutes in the kitchen before dinner. He did not believe Emma and Zoë would mind sitting at the kitchen table while he did his stuff. So that he did not. .. maybe couldn't. I was so desperate for Alan to WANT sex again ... to WANT ME, that I lost my head. I let him talk about Jason and how he seemed to be more and more attracted to me. I was just overwhelmed by how much Alan got into it. He practically ravaged me, which I needed so badly. Then after he pushed me down on my back, pulled my legs apart and forcefully entered me (I loved that too), he called me "Mommy" a few times.I honestly didn't like it at all. It sounded so wrong and perverted.. Next, he meticulously brushed the tangles from his long, reddish brown beard, put on his brown breeches and his favorite red shirt. He ran his fingers over the bright chainmail jerkin that hung in the corner of the room but didn't put it on."I won't be needing that today," he mumbled.He didn't think he would need the chainmail, but he didn't think twice about putting his iron, conical helmet on his head! Before he opened the door to leave, he lifted his double edged war axe off the wall and. Why not? I just came in her mouth and she didn’t know it was me. I may as well exploit this opportunity. In the bookstore, I locate the lubricant aisle and select a good brand, and after I pay for it, I go outside to the ATM and withdraw $100. By the time I’ve returned to the booth, my precious daughter has finished servicing the black man. There’s no one left in line. No one but me, that is. I enter the booth and push the hundred-dollar-bill through the hole with my hand, and, gruffly.