A boy would be nice. I'd keep him holding my apron strings. He'd be a momma's boy." Then we better have more than one. A daddy's girl and a momma's bo...." That would be ideal." I should call Chicago today to see why the reports are late this month. I would like to have a look see hoping we made a profit for the year." he wondered out loud."And I should put the finishing touches on my novel during these few months at sea. When are we headed to Australia?" Do you really think we should go on. I. She's into the group thing near the navy base andher big thick lips drain a lot of throbbing meat during the weekend,and I slip a tight belt on her on Monday morning, put the keyon my necklace chain, bend her over a chair with her pantiesdown and use a ping pong paddle on her backside until she cries!When we go out she is in some form of bondage all the time.When we dance at a tgyrl-friendly club, I wear pumps and shewears flats, usually her hands are cuffed in back and I will make out with her. All the 'great' designers seemed like phonies and opportunists who took other people's work and called it their own, and made clothes no sane woman would wear. I don't feel that way so much now, but... "Anyway. Monday, this other friend sent me a clip of your Still Waters Fashions introduction. After I quit laughing, I decided to pass it around. I showed it to the News Director and the guys at the Night Show. They loved it. News wanted to cover it, the Night Show wanted an interview. But nobody. "Give me more, more!"Paralyzed by shock, Mike stood motionless, his eyes drawn to the copulating pair like a magnet. Back in some distant corner of his mind, a small voice told him that he should let his presence be known, that he should take steps to end this shocking act of betrayal. But he was unable to move. He kept staring in open-mouthed horror as his brother's blood- filled cock mercilessly pounded his wife's grasping pussy. Gene's huge joint was bright with passion, shimmering wetly.