‘Maybe I’ll take a nap here as I wait for you.’ I confess my sleepiness as you duck into the adjoining room. Moments later, you come out wearing...a wonderfully sexy, feminine piece of Victoria’s Secret lingerie. My eyes widen and I whistle my approval. You delight in my gestures and spin slowly. My eyes drinking in your scantily clad beauty. Watching your every move, even as you come take my hand again and help me to my feet. You lead me to the bedroom. Once inside, you release my hand and turn. "What" he asked."Nothing - I just never seen your thing like that."He smiled and said, "Well its your fault that its like this." We always tried giving each other a hard time and blaming things on each other."My fault?" I asked. "No way!"He turned to face me and started yelling (friendly with a smile) about how looking at me made his thing hard so it was my fault. I turned and yelled back that I didn't do anything so it's not. "And quit sticking that thing at me." as I pointed to his hard. “It was as good as I imagined, but I want to fuck her,” I replied.“You will in good time,” he said.“Can we talk? I’ve got a million questions.”“Start,” he said as he plopped down in Dad’s old easy chair and put his feet on the coffee table.“You’re going to get her pregnant?”“Yes.”“Why?”“Because I want to,” he said.“But why do you want to?”“Women are different, Rick, as you’ve probably noticed. Some women were made for having babies. Your mother was so delicious when she was pregnant with you. So this one night I was partying with a group of other girls and did take a break when this one guy came up to me and talked awhile. He thought I was part of the drag show. I took that as a compliment, but didn’t feel I was as hot looking as the girls in the show. To make it brief, he and I went out to his car where I gave him a mind blowing blow job and then I went back in the club. It was getting late, I was pretty wasted drunk and the crowd began to thin out and decided it was time to call.