I’m pleased with myself but feeling equally wild. “Is my little girl nice and wet?” you ask me in the condescending tone that arouses me so. You...know it arouses me too and when I nod and barely audibly utter the word “yes” it just encourages you. “Are you going to show me?” you say and fucking hell yes I want to show you I think as I brush aside any shyness that’s lingering in my head. I sit my backside down open my legs and lean backwards as I lift up my dress and hitch my wet knickers to the. ”“I was talking to him the other day. He told me that something big is going to happen,” Chuck said in a low voice while looking furtively around the restaurant.“What did he mean by that?”“I don’t know. They’ve both been making cryptic comments about how the world is going to be a very different place after Donald is born.”“That’s understandable. They’re worried about taking care of their first child.”“No. It’s more than that. Peter’s said that he can’t wait for Donald to be born. He says that. An hour later it dawned on me how she must be thanking him. It was a little over two hours when she returned. Her hair was wet and it seemed clear she had just gotten out of a shower. She made no excuses and soon we were sitting on the couch cuddling.After some heavy kissing and mutual feeling, I said, "Billy is a nice guy, a little strange but nice." That's so true. He was good to me and kept me from being too miserable from missing you."I couldn't resist asking, "Was the sex good with him?". If I were betting on it, I would have put my money on Ashley."Victoria's focused wandered for a second as she thought of Ashley. The formerly prim and proper blonde had been transformed by induction into a sexual dynamo of the first order, always willing to try anything once, and usually more than once. Victoria smiled s she recalled their most recent frolick."You said the results are always the same, so what does that mean?" Bridget asked."It means that, ultimately, Catherine's libido will.