I am concerned about those things. I can just imagine what some crazed government agency would want to do with the possibility of Laura. Then think ab...ut the women's rights groups being faced with the possibility of a baby being sentient from conception. There are more problems than our small group can handle. I will not have my wife or my daughter become a test subject." Lisa patted my hand realizing that I was agitated.We left the subject and talked to Laura until time for Paul and Linda to. . . to . . . to take herto bed, for Heaven’s Sakes!“Well, you certainly aren’t narrow minded, are you Gail?” Frank asked, slipping hisarm around Gail’s shoulders. “No woman as beautiful as you are could be narrowminded. I’m not wrong, am I?”“Uh . . . no . . . no! Of course you’re not!” Gail replied, her shoulder tingling whereFrank touched her. She would have confessed that her first reaction was to tell herparents about her living situation, but now the flustered English teacher discoveredthat. My wife loves struggling to get the big bell-end into her mouth almost as much as I love watching her. After kissing and stripping each other off I lead her over to the corner of the hotel room where a solitary armchair sits. I’m completely naked and sit down with my legs straddling either arm of the chair. My already swollen prick standing up, hard and straight, with the big head looking angry and purple. My wife is standing in her skimpy white little knickers, slightly. His answers sent my tingles from zero to a hundred in about amillisecond.More than life itself.I got ready real fast.I wore my camel pencil skirt again, the one I'd worn the other night atBrads. This time I wore a forest green silk blouse, with paddedshoulders, and lots of bangles on both wrists. Underneath, a matchingbra and panty set from Victoria's Secret, in lavender. Black thigh-highs slipped sensuously and sinfully up my freshly-shaved smooth assilk legs. I'd brought two wigs with me.