Do you understand what I'm asking?" I think I understand and please know that I would never discuss this with anyone, but these circumstances make it ...ifferent and even a little exciting that someone would ask me a sex question. I don't see it as anything bad. It's a part of him, and I love him. It's the seed that will make your children; it's the juice his body made because you excited him. It's exciting to have it splash into your mouth as he reaches his climax and you have control over his. It was as if I had been drugged. Even my mouthfelt extremely dry in spite of whatever it was crammed into it, which I couldnot spit out. Eventually it started to come back to me. Our small wooden house in the countrythat had been struck by lightening just after I had left it, with all the familyinside, and then the horrifying realisation that the house was a fireball asthe oil storage tank exploded. It all came back to me then. The fire crews, the police and the coroner. Thefunerals and then. Soon they were continuing their journey to Sarah’s farmhouse. John loved driving his car anywhere, but he especially enjoyed visiting Alison. She was carrying his child and he loved her. He loved all his girls, but obviously the mother of his child ranked high. He pulled up next to Alison’s BMW, they got out of his car and he followed Diana up to the farmhouse. ‘Oh my God Di, Alison doesn’t want me to fuck her does she? My balls are empty after fucking you just now.’ ‘No Jonny,’ giggled. " Saturday night is The Apartment, have you seen that one?" No, what's it about?" I don't know. It's supposed to be a good one though." How about if I call Bill, and then ask him to talk to you while I go do something?" Sure, it's okay as long as you are the one that calls him."I called Bill, and then we got talking about school and other things, so I forgot all about Kate waiting to talk to him too, I forgot right up until she poked me one in the ribs with her elbow to remind me."Bill I've got.