Mom’s used to my sense of humor.“Nah,” she countered. “You’re too old. Not much fun any more.”“Moo-ooommm!”“Gotcha, evil daughter.�...“So, seriously?”“Yeah, seriously. I think it’s a good idea. She’s in her early thirties, so health-wise...”“I heard about older women giving birth,” I said. “But one issue comes to mind...”She watched me expectantly.“You need a sperm donor...”She kept watching. Mandy says ‘telepathy’. I say ‘paying attention’. I saw her eyes kind of change like she was thinking. We speak a little about the time we had last week with the amazing sex we had. She removes her jean jacket and folds it on the couch.Liz starts to ask, "So, are you ready for what we planned for this week?" Yes, I'm looking forward to it now." Oh yes, me too, and Steve?" Yes?" I'm so glad that you sometimes submit to me. It makes me feel good to be able to do this with you. It makes me feel special." Oh yes, absolutely, and me giving you full control has a great wonderful psychological effect.". .. 'They finished eating. She emptied the bottle in their large wine glasses - she had 'accidentally' picked huge Burgundy bowls - and fetched the second bottle in the fridge. "Let's move to the sofa," she said. He smiled and complied. They sat at opposite ends of the sofa, she with her legs pulled up under her. Their talk about all kinds of everyday things flowed freely. So did the wine.She excused herself to the bathroom. The last pad was unsoiled; she discarded it. When she came back she. “Get dressed, slut. We’re going out.” Jackson didn’t tell her to clean herself up or put underwear on, so she didn’t – and didn’t ask permission to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee – a necessary part of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs – but did nothing about the mess he put inside her that clung to the walls of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoes and Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waist to.