I avoided wearing the sexy lingerie and sleepwear that Jack gave me for our anniversary and Valentine's Day and I had to be pretty careful about snugg...ing up close at night; it would have been too cruel. In a word, I steered clear of all those things that the women's magazines advise for putting the "spark" back in your marriage. I didn't want any sparks starting a fire I could not control.Ken roared in laughter at Jack's comment. "Katie not the 'mommy type?' ANY woman is the 'mommy type'. We talked. What’s the matter with a date going to church? You’d rather I went on a date to an opium den?” Were there opium dens in the modern USA? The ones in the stories she’d read had been in London long ago. Not even Mom was going to believe that she’d ever been invited to an opium den.“Who was that? The same guy who took you out last week? What does he want from you, anyway?” And that was the million-dollar question. He’d said that wanted to marry her. But did he really want to marry her,. ' She did my hair, again fixing up at the sides with ribbons. 'You're lucky that you are a little girl, you don't have to wear a bra all the time, but that will come soon enough, the girly pills will see to that.' she said tauntingly. 'Let's take you downstairs so that mum can see what a pretty girl you are.'Maggie smiled as her daughter led me into the kitchen. 'That boob tube really shows his little tits.' she said. I looked down, my face red with embarrassment. Emily went back upstairs. With that,she grabbed my cock and guided it into her lusciouslittle snatch. It was so slick and smooth, it was likeI was on cloud nine. I nearly came right then and thereit felt so good. My pleasure was truncated abruptly,however, when I met a wall in her pussy(I later learnedit was her hymen). I was only about halfway in, so Ipushed harder and to my surprise there was more roomfor my cock.“Owwwwwww,” Beth shrieked in pain. “That hurt you sonof a bitch.” I looked.