Despite my predicament, I feel good.Of course, if Mr White shows up with a chainsaw…He comes in. He has no chainsaw. Instead, he’s got another gia...t mug of coffee. He holds it and regards me. I regard him back. My pussy clenches involuntarily, and my body swings.Mr White sips the coffee. I feel my eyes widen at this physical engagement by him.“I had to restrain you, goddess.”“Yes,” I say.“I have never seen anything like that.”I gaze down at him, my face serene, my mind in an edgy but. Mad had a husband and three kids and I had a wife and two and it was inevitable that, given as close as we had become, we would confide in each other and cry on each other's shoulder.During the early years it was simple stuff like the washer was broken and where was the money going to come from to fix or replace it. As the years passed by things began to get more and more personal. For example, I knew she was pregnant with her third before her husband did, and she knew before my wife that I was. Don't theyunderstand that they are buying into a patriarchal and sexist conceptlike the legal term "the everyday man"? We are women, not men. Whycan't "the everyday woman" be the gender neutral term?" Tracey was so easy to dress as Wonderwoman or Supergirl because heidentifies with female characters in films," Cara said. "You want to seemy brother in a bra and panties? He loves being the centre of attentionand acting so you need to put on a play." But what play will do that?" Julia. We loaded up Pet and Bossy and left out headed for the ocean. We made good time the first day and made a comfortable camp. I had brought my big tent and Mac had brought his tent also.Sherry told me when we went to bed, that she was to get all my seed for the trip to the ocean and Betsy was to get it all on the way back. "Is that what you both want?" I asked them to make sure."Yes, Husband," they both answered."I hope you both are carrying my child when we get back to our home, then," I told.