Thinking of the bright videolights, I put on full nightclub make-up: bold silver eyeshadow, tons ofmascara and vibrant red lips. Perfect. A twirl in t...e mirror and backdownstairs. Another drink and a short period of preparation in thekitchen and everything is ready.Taking my drink and the remote control, I move back into the lounge andthere I lie back lazily on the sofa cushions, enjoying the feeling ofthe smooth leather under my nylon-encased bottom. In the mirror behindthe camera I can see. He found these hysterical. Then he moved back from the mirror andstarted to walk toward it in an overly girlish manner. I took picturesof his many poses. He tried every pose he could think of. Then hesaid he should wear something else. I told him if he wore too many ofhis mom's clothes she would notice. Then he got bored and was about totake her clothes off and put his back on.I told him why not just wear what you are wearing and lets go play somevideo games. He thought this was a great. ” That a dinner needed planning was another of Marilyn’s odd opinions. She was too sexy to argue with, but some of her notions were very strange.“Want me to open a can?” The one in the refrigerator had his germs. Besides, there was only one serving left.“I won’t go that far. I’ll cook, but I’ll cook from your cans. What did you eat last?”“Beef stew. Why?”“So, I don’t cook it.” Why not? If she insisted on heating the food, that was one that needed it. Besides, she ate less than he did, and most. I whimpered as I fought my lusts. I thrust my hands behind me, clasping them together to avoid the temptation of frigging myself. I wouldn’t give in to my desires. I would control myself. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart hammering away.The pegasus neighed louder. He stamped at the ground and flapped his wings. It was only moments away. The queen suckled with noisy passion, building and building the pressure in the monster’s nuts.“Now,” I whispered, feeling that breaking point.The pegasus.