With that, Clare lifted her sweatshirt off over her head and slipped out of her jeans. She now sat there in just a white vest top, which clung to her...firm body and showed the outline of her nipples sticking out and some little white panties. I later found out her knickers were a smooth cotton thong, but in the soft orange glow from the distant street lights, all I could see was the colour."I might get in like this" said Clare trying to worm out of getting her kit off fully and dangling her. "Dave said, "I'll think about it. It's just that it might put back having kids by three or four years."Sue Ellen said, "That's three or four more years that we'll be able to have monkey sex in every room of the house." How can I argue against that and keep my union card for the Union of Red Blooded American Men?" You can't," Sue Ellen answered with a smirk.Amber looked at her paycheck and smiled. She said, "This is going straight to the bank." I've got another check for you," Sue Ellen said. After he got back home, he found himself more and more frequently taking out THE picture. He would feel the old desire to dress coming back, and then a rush of self-disgust and shame, and he would quickly stuff the picture back into its hiding place under a copy of Gibbon's "Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire". Nobody in his family was going to look there, he thought with a brief smile. Finally, Mike could stand it no more; he called Vaingirls and made an appointment. It had. She’ll be treated with respect.”Prodigy, heh. Julias knew how to inflate his ego, that was for sure.“Except she won’t be of our bloodline. She’ll be ... someone else’s.”“Yeah, she will.” Instead of the frown Jack expected, Julias’s smile remained. It was a good thing she wasn’t of their bloodline, if this insidious Beast in their guts was genuine. It’d be years before Jack was in a position to sire, and Julias probably wouldn’t want to for years, or decades. Plenty of time for them to figure.