I promise."He sat and allowed himself to be leaned back a bit so that Robbiecould reach his hair. She ran a brush through his hair. It feltluxurious a...d relaxing, but that was nothing compared to the feelingof having her fingers manipulate his hair into firm plaits that huggedtightly to his scalp."This is called a 'Swedish Braid Crown,'" she explained, "and it'svery comfortable to sleep in. You'll like it. When I was your age... Imean... when I was little... I mean... when I was your size, like. She just stared at Tim, looking him in the eye. Finally she spoke, ‘Tim, I have had sex with twenty-six men, but never ever had orgasms or complete satisfaction like you just gave me. After I finish my bid for Miss America, if your interested, I’ll gladly marry you’. She was the third woman to tell Tim that. In her case, he thinks he will take her up on her proposal. But first, there was more twats to be had. The most interesting of the seventy-eight woman he fucked in the next year was Dr. Jan. I lay there in her for a couple more minutes before I pulled out, hugged her to me, and kissed her passionately as I told her that I loved her. I really did too. Even though I loved my mother and my sister very much this was a special kind of love. For the next half-hour we lay there together and talked about our future and that of our baby. I had taken on the responsibility of being the father of her child. Mom was right I was growing up and taking responsibility for my actions. If I wasn’t. Sunday – The Concert I blagged our way into a small concert in an underground nightclub having known the doorman for a number of years. My wife was dressed in only a dress and some boots, fitting in quite nicely to the heavy metal crowd. We decided to sit by the bar through the first two bands, giving the club time to fill with people and my wife to build her courage. Just before the headline band began to play we pushed our way into the middle of the crowd where a mosh pit was sure to break.