" She hugged the bundle she was holding."OK. Will you phone 'round?" Sure." She looked down. "I love how he reacts to your voice." He reacts to my voi...e?" There he goes again. Now he's looking at me 'cause he knows my voice, too. Don't you, sweetie?"Patrick didn't answer, I'm happy to say."The book says that around two months we can expect him to smile, laugh and make noises, lift his head and chest up while lying on his stomach, turn toward sounds, and to follow us around with his eyes. He. I started with one finger and slowly increased the number. Now four of my fingers were inside her anal. I was trying to go still deeper and deeper. She was shouting and screaming in pleasure. Then it was time for it. I applied some vaseline over my dick and made her kneel down. She was resting on the bed with face onto the pillow and showing me her ass as much as she can. Then I slowly pushed my dick inside her anus she jerked with a shock and screamed. I caught her thick black hair, pushed her. "You're the cook. You should make breakfast when I get up." Breakfast is served at seven. You should get up when I cook it," I shot back. Betts marched up to me and looked me right in the eye to make her demand. Then she backed off a step."When did you get taller than me?" Last week," I said. "I'm five-five. Now who's the shrimp-meat?" This isn't right." Maybe you should be making me breakfast." I'm still older and more mature. You have to do what I say."I finally relented and made breakfast. I sat in the living room ticking away at my laptop as she grabbed the laundry and began washing and then headed to the back of the house to clean. Every so often she would come back by to switch laundry, fold some clothes or get cleaning supplies, but most of the time she was in her world and I was in mine.I stopped for lunch just after noon and offered the maid if I could make her a sandwich. She agreed but said, "If you don't mind, I need to keep going."That was fine by me. So I headed to.