{Now do you understand why I chose this medium to speak to you? Here you cannot protest or argue but just hear me speak my heart in total freedom and ...peech} So my dear hubby life was never so good.The only regret that I could not bear a child of ours from our relation. How I wished to feel your baby in my womb. Sometimes I was tempted to not be on pills but then I remembered my promise. I also knew that if I did get pregnant you are such a man that you would consider it an accident and would. When she didn't move, his hand trailed across to her mons, with its sparse covering of dark brown hair. Again she made no move, since Monsignor Flavin always told her what he wanted."Do you not open for me?" asked the Bishop."Of course, Sir," she said, widening her knees to allow his hand to slip between her thighs, "but the Master always tells me what to do, and doesn't like me to do things unless he tells me. He says it is disobedient for me to do what I want." He is quite right, my child.. "I guess we are in trouble big time," Randi said to herself as she stripped off her nylons.Scott had similar thoughts and he stepped into his shower."There would be no way to explain this away." he mused. They met a little while later at the top of the stairs and together they headed toward the kitchen where their parents were waiting and God only knew what would happen then. As they descended the steps they thought about how all this came about, it had started innocently enough.They usually. He was jealous!"Daddeeee," she whiningly groaned. "Don't you remember I wore jeans to school?"Jason was silent for about thirty seconds and then it appeared as his entire body let out a breath and relaxed. He was suddenly embarrassed."I-I'm sorry Sweetie, I forgot. But what are you ... why are..." He was flustered, not only because of his faux pas, but because he couldn't stop himself from straining to see her boobs within the lace top."I-I know you saw me in my jeans, cause I saw you looking.