Who knows maybe some of them will come true."At that we got to giggling and the conversation went downhill from there. All of the things adults don't ...ormally talk about. Doing our own kids, getting a master, dogs, swinging, maybe even golden showers. On that note, Julie continued, "Aaron was my Dom in High school. I would do anything he wanted. Back then he wasn't very inventive, but who knows, he may know more now. I would still do anything he told me to do.Bev listened to what Julie was. We both let out a moan. He started to pump in me. It felt so good, he was taking his time, just the way I liked it. Not rushing anything. For the first time in my life this wasn’t just sex. I was making love, and it was so amazing. I looked up into his face, thinking how much I loved him, his eyes went to mine and electricity went into me like a bolt of lightning struck me, my body starts to convulse. I moaned with pleasure. As he moans I tried to keep my eyes on him, but the feeling was so. “As if that’s a bad thing? Besides, I’m not exactly poor! I have some independence, but if the King of Heaven wants to keep me, pamper me, spoil me, indulge me, pleasure me, reward me, kiss me, caress me, fondle me, cuddle me, spank me, feed me sherry and claret and filet mignon and shrimp scampi, etc., who am I to refuse His bounty? I’m more than happy to let You, shall I say, butter my buns? Or my bum, in any case,” Nigella winked as she closed in for a very ardent tongue kiss.“You’ve adopted. We were heading back home when we had a brief talk and jokingly I asked, “Bhabhi, you are becoming slim day by day. Why so?” She was very prompt in answering, “Your Bhaiyya is not giving me an eye these days soI am becoming slim.” I said, “In that case you could have called me. I am always at your disposal.” “Oh ho” she smiled and said, “Let me see, if opportunities arise I will call you too, if your bhaiyya is not becoming normal.” I could not understand, and asked what that meant and she.