She didn't add that it was slow going with Mrs Rogers, that that woman was slow to let go of things, to hand over to Miranda ... to trust Miranda.Marc...s glanced at his watch. "We had better get a move on Amanda ... if we want to reach London before this evening." I'm definitely going to try and get to the concert on Sunday Miranda ... I can't believe that I've been missing out all these years!" Amanda declared enthusiastically."We'll maybe see you there then." Miranda smiled happily. "But in. "You know," the desk clerk said apologetically, "Both of you could stay in one room and I wouldn't charge you for double occupancy. It also has a king size bed. I think you would be comfortable."There was an awkward moment of silence. Lisa knew, I'm sure, how uncomfortable I felt at this moment, primarily because of her revelation to me about sleeping with another woman."Jesse, this isn't necessary. Just take me down the road. I'll find something." No, it's no problem LIsa. The man's right...we. However, that chance is so minuscule that, well, it just isn't going to happen. He doesn't produce enough sperm for them to even make it out of his body and into mine, let alone travel inside me in sufficient numbers to impregnate me.On the other hand, someday there may be a cure. If there is, he has my blessing to seek the treatment without my knowledge and make the decision for both of us about having children.All that I ask of him is that he tell me before he enters me - or as he enters me -. “I want you to kneel on the floor”I obeyed. She stopped inches from me, my eyes level with her crotch. She slipped her thumbs into the waist band of the black silk knickers and slowly pushed them over her hips. I was greeted with the full sight of her cunt. There was not much hair, I learnt later that she (or rather the other sissies in the house) shaved it until there was only a small strip still visible, directly above the line of her crack. She stepped out of her knickers and spread the lips.