"Good morning, Sally," I said brightly as I stepped out into the clear morning light. "By now I'd say I know all of your secrets," I commented, slippi...g her owner's manual and other papers back into the otherwise empty glove box. After moment's reflection I added, "But I'll bet, in truth, that I don't know any of them at all yet."The danger in talking to an apparently dumb animal, an apparently non-responsive plant, or an apparently inanimate piece of machinery, is highly overrated. At least as. I was starting to get disappointed. Maybe she was telling the truth when she said she never wet her pants.We then went into the living room to watch a movie. It was comedy and both of us were laughing hysterically shortly after it started. This did it. Jessica was sitting on the floor, and I noticed a small puddle forming under her."Did you wet your pants?" She shook her head. "Jessie?" Yes mommy. I was just laughing so hard, it all came out." This is the third time in two days that you wet. I was glad when after thinking a moment, she gave me permission to do it. I am convinced that this act early in a relationship creates an intimacy that is unsurpassed.We went in the bathroom and I cleansed her thoroughly with the solution I had brought.Carrying a bath towel , I led her back toward the bed. The pillows were arranged up against the headboard, the towel spread on the bed for her to sit on, I placed her in an upright sitting position against the pillows, with her legs bent. ”“Thank you, Mrs. Hayward. Come on, Brad.” Abby led him into the larger bedroom, and he closed the door behind him. “Please, leave the door open. I want your parents to hear you make me cum.” He smiled, opening it.The bedside lamp was the only light in the room, but Abby’s eyes still sparkled. Brad went to her, and they embraced, “I love you, Abby.”“Mmm, I certainly can get used to hearing you say that. I love you too, Brad.” Her arms around his broad shoulders, her firm breasts pressed flat.