Then there?s a drum roll and they announce the winner, The M Csays and tonight the first place prize goes to not one but two peopleDoctor Julie Gordon...and Miss Daisy Campbell, we just is there for amoment letting it sink in! Then the M C calls again and tells us to getup there! we waddle up to the stage to receive our prize I can feelmyself blushing having to stand in front of all there?s people andhoping they don?t notice my wet diaper! We?re given a trophy and giftcards to a local salon for a. No change in his sexual desire for me. What's a girl to do? After eight years I am tired. I want some good dick. I want to feel sexy and appreciated. Now I'm all done with my food but I am not ready to leave. How can I stall? It's too hot for coffee with it being 98 degrees but what other excuse do I have to stay? "Did you enjoy your food?" "I certainly did, I love the way you cook my food. The other cooks never get it just right but you get it just right every time." "Flattery is not going to. "I'm well, thank you, honey. Come in. Remember the rules..."I was not even through the door good when I pulled my sweater over my head and started undoing the buttons of my blouse."Here, let me help you with that," Mrs. Reynolds said considerately, after she shut the door. She took my sweater and put it on the table in the foyer. She would have helped unbutton my blouse, but I had it off before she got the chance. I handed it to her and had reached behind me to unhook my bra when she held out a. " "I need you too." he responded, being volcanically turned on by the fact that she was not only old enough to be his mother, but married too. Then, the statement that sealed their love: "I need you to be my son." Kenny understood. God, how he understood! She was surprised she had had the courage to say it, but couldn't hold it in. She needed to ball his brains out, and now. "Can we go to a motel tonight?" she asked, looking up at him with smiling but still-tearful eyes. His answer was the one.