.. a test, I’m afraid. He insists on forcing the latest ‘things’ in office technology on me, despite my most vehement protestations. This ‘mon...ter machine,’ for instance. Why, it makes my head spin to watch this crazy little ball jiggle and wiggle and spin and bounce when I type. I’d never contemplated such an absurd notion. But, oh no ... Abner simply insists that I must have it. Why, Ellie, he says. It’s the very latest that IBM offers. There’ll never be key lever tangles, and cleaning the. “Ugh, yeah won’t be doing that again I feel awful this morning, I still feel a little drunk now!” Jen told him.Pete mulled her words over in his head. This could be interesting, he thought.“Do you want a can?” Pete asked her.“Oh.. no.. I was going to go for some aspirin or something actually,” Jen replied sheepishly.“Got none of that in the house I’m afraid pet, booze is your only salvation!” he laughed.Jen smiled and took a can from him.She opened it up with her fingers and took a sip.“What. Your strong hands turn me around and I feel my coat being lifted up. Your fingers are sliding my thong strap to the side and the sound of your zipper being undone rings through my ears. I feel your penis on my bottom. You start to slide your hardened penis down the crack of my bottom. You stop only when your penis is pressing against the entrance to my body, the opening of my vagina. Your hand is on my shoulder, pressing me forward, pushing me to bend at the waist. I reach out with my hands. For both of them. The months long delight had been repeated with David, and Josh was obviously looking forward to having a lactating wife again."When we put the boys to bed, perhaps you can toughen up my nipples," she said, her voice coy. She was alluding to their first Lamaze classes, when one of the nurses who was teaching the class said, with a completely straight face : "It might be necessary for you fathers to bite the bullet and toughen up mom's nipples by sucking on them gently for ten.