Ever since they (read ‘she’) decided to have children, Reba had been demanding and rushed. It wasn’t bad at first. Having a wife who wanted a ba...y was fun. She never turned down sex. But as time went by and she still wasn’t pregnant, it had become more of a chore than an exciting fuck. Half the time when she demanded that he enter her, she wasn’t even damp. He was sure that couldn’t be good for conception. He’d done his best to romance her and get her turned on but she was so impatient that all. “For what?” I asked.He loved to be teased, but tonight the tables were turned and he was doing the teasing. He grinned and I pushed my chair away from the mirror and switched out the lights. He escorted me to his car and drove us to his favorite Café.Mason cajoled me into undoing the top button of my shirt after a young waiter had dropped a tray of drinks ogling me. Mason’s eyes gleamed with excitement. It was all part of his game. I smiled and walked my fingertips up the buttons, then flicked. ‘Dr Peters. How could you possibly be interested in my daughter when you have half the city ready to fawn over you?’ ‘Mom, you know Daniel?’ ‘Yes I do darling but please address him with respect and call him Dr Peters.’ ‘Daniel is my mother in the 20%?’ She was referring to the bunch that tried to show their tits to him. The nervous reply was, ‘Yes.’ ‘Twenty percentage what?’ Daniel looked about to panic. ‘Daniel’s preferred clients of course.’ ‘Oh,’ Debra smiled and, patted her hair and said. The long blonde hair helped out too. I always had a fondness for that Stones song "Start me up" I felt that I could indeed make a dead man cum. I decided to stop and see what Brian had been doing. I pulled up and dashed to his car. I was wearing really short shorts, just short enough to show a bit of each cheek, so my long tanned legs got wet as I made the dash. My spaghetti strapped top ended up all wet and my nipples were hard as rocks as I shut the door. My top was just short.