You really ought to...' his gaze wandered back down to her chest, trying to immortalize her gorgeous figure in his memory. Her chest heaved. All this ...alk is getting me all confused. Oh, dammit! Why can’t I just get the words out? 'Please, stop...oh...stop looking at my...um, tits.' Tits? She was shocked at her own vocabulary; Never once have I called my wonderful boobs...no, breasts, tits. Oh God, it’s so warm in here... His eyes seemed to be burning holes in the fabric of her clothes, and she. Maricar: She will.Me: How do you know this?Maricar: I asked her first.Me: And she said yes?Maricar: She says she is scared; scared that you won't love her; scared that if you do love her, I will be angry with her.Me: Well at least she is sane and thinking. I'm not sure I can say the same for you. Why do you think this will be OK?Maricar: Because I love you and want you to have children.Me: And you expect me to love two women?Maricar: Yes.Me: How will the sleeping arrangements work? Surely I. My Master then produced a rather large log of wood, with a rope tied to it. He slung the rope my balls were tied with up over another tree branch, and fastened the log to it, hoisting the log up while tightening the rope ever more, until the log was dangling freely in the air in front of me, pulling severely on my balls. I now really had to stand on my toes, as the log pulled my balls up and out from my body, causing extreme pain. My Master laughed, and proceeded to take several pictures with. ” “Not fair,” Mark whined. I snugged up my robe and went to the boys' room. Then, I grabbed the Christmas poem and crawled into bed with them. Both Billy and little Mark were wide-eyed as I opened the children's book and started to read, “Twas the night before Christmas, and all though the house, not a creature was stirring, not even the mouse…” I woke up with both boys sleeping on me and looked at the clock. Oh, my God! I dozed off myself for over three hours. I knew Mark must be furious at.