" Would ... uh ... would you like it ... now?" Robert asked."Sure ... thank you."Robert stood-up and trotted into the house.My wife looked at me and s...irked. She took a sip of her coffee."Happy birthday," I said."Thank you," She said."You sleep?" I asked."Some. Not enough," She said, "Smushed between you two like I was." We should probably get a bigger bed." I'd still get smushed," She said.She lifted her leg and rested her ankle on my knee. She took another long sip of her coffee. My shirt. You're notproving anything by simply discounting what I'm saying, by dismissing itout of hand with a clich?. It's not different. It's the same thing. Andif it's not the same thing, kindly explain to me how it's different.Because I'd really like to know how you can look around at all the waysthat people suffer through no fault of their own and tell me that Goddoesn't make mistakes. Unless you think that somehow Samantha was toblame for her own problems. And Patty for her own cancer." You're a. Starting at his left hand she slowly kissed up his arms, as she moved slowly higher she felt him quiver with anticipation. Her lips found his chest, his neck, his throat... his lips. He returned her kisses hungrily but as instructed... he didn't move. Breaking their kiss she began to move down his body. Her lips found his chest, in her opinion, a perfect chest, just the right amount of hair...enough to be masculine without being in the way. Her lips found his nipple; slowly she circled in. ”The next morning I got up to make coffee before mum was in the kitchen. I carried a cup to her in the bedroom. She was still in her nighty as she was brushing her hair. I watched her as she put on makeup. She stood up to take off her nighty so she could get dressed. That is when I went into action.I walked over to her and said, “Now that you are naked, I could take off my pajama bottoms.”“Are you sure you want more sex after yesterday?” She asked“Yes, mum.”“Alright Darling, Go lie down on the.