“What about you? What do you think about when you play with yourself and look at pictures?”Tara paused a minute and looked back at me. “Well, if...it’s pictures of men, I imagine that they are pleasuring me with their cock, or tongue, or finger.”I couldn’t believe Tara was telling me this – I didn’t even know this kind of thing about my wife. I wanted to know more. “And when you look at pictures of women?”Tara looked a little embarrassed. “I imagine they are letting me look at them is all – I. Als onze kopjes leegzijn, zegt Eric: 'ga maar mee, dan kan je het resultaat bekijken.'Ik volg hem naar boven, naar het atellier. Het doek staat nog op deezel, maar er hangt iets voor.Eric lacht: 'ga daar maar staan, Lucien. Dan onthul ik het schilderij.'Als ik een paar meter voor de ezel sta, trekt Eric het vel pakpapier wegdat er voor hangt.'Nnneeeee..., dat ..., dat kan niet... Ben ik ... dat...?'Het is precies mijn gezicht. Het is mijn figuur. Het is echt mijn figuurdat languit op de bank. I offer to massage her and she quickly agrees and turns towards me. At this point I’m thinking I don’t care what culture she’s from this is definitely beyond friendly. I stand behind her chair massaging her neck and shoulders and she leans back into me. Avoiding a potential embarrassing situation I step back just to have her lean back a little more. What happened next I’m kind of fuzzy on she tell me that she has a boyfriend and I naturally acknowledge, deflect and confuse. My response in such. " My mom said she had to put up with morning sickness for the first three months and then it was gone like it was never there," Kathy said as she shredded another roll from her tray and placed each shred in her mouth and chewed it carefully before swallowing. "I hope to end up like Dannie, but I'm willing to put up with whatever I have to for these babies." Babies?" Beth asked as she glanced at the red heads face before letting her eyes run down to her still flat belly."Looks that way," Kathy.