But it's a pity every part of it was wrong, haha. You're a lot better than you used to be, darling, but you sometimes don't understand girls very well..." (Carol enjoys calling me "darling" and other terms of endearment. She couldn't do that in public when I was Mark, so she's making up for lost time now. Julia and Ava are doing it more often too, probably unconsciously picking up on Carol's speech.)#23: I asked, "I know there's no hope of me ever doing better than the occasional lucky guess, but. He likes to talk dirty, which I love too! God, when he talks dirty to me, calling me names and telling me what a whore I am and how he's going to fuck my dirty cunt... I go crazy!" Martha said, the excitement in her voice obvious even to Heather."Sorry, I got a little carried away there! Your Dad also likes to take me from behind, either in my ass or in my pussy. And he really likes it when I tit-fuck him!" she said. "Of course I like that too because I can lick and suck him at the same time!". Before the liquor could possibly have had any real effect, she visibly relaxed, arranged herself in the far inside corner of the large booth, and waited for it to do its work."O.K.," she said, finally. "Last Friday - 'week ago Friday -- Emma and I were having lunch near here, outside, right across the street -- there." She gestured behind her, toward the front of the restaurant. It looked as if she was indicating the bank immediately across the street. Sam assumed she meant the neighboring. "Oh really?" He ran inside, looking around. Then, he saw it."Awww, that's almost sickeningly sweet. 'I love you Shane, ' and it's wrapped in a heart. That's my baby." He laughed to himself, wiping off the mirror, and felt something touching his foot. Looking down, he saw the panties. A sly grin crossed his face. "Oh ho ho. She didn't." He picked them up, sniffing them, feeling their dampness. "Oh my god she did!"He held the panties to his nose, inhaling his lovers scent, excited beyond belief..