But the night things really began to change was during one of our infamous sleepovers. We were going to watch a movie, and had recently changed into ...ur sleepwear. I had put on a tank top and some short cotton shorts, my typical bedclothes. Alex had changed faster than me and was lying across the whole couch."Hey, don't I get a spot?," I asked."Nope! My house, my couch," he joked, with a grin on his face.Loving our casual ribbing I retorted, "Fine, I can just sit right here."I positioned. Body's urge to reproduce after escaping death, her anthropologist education told her, but her body didn't seem to care that her mind knew the reason; it just wanted Jeff to lie her down and fuck her. She could feel herself getting wetter by the minute."Sure, let's go talk to them," she said, trying to distract herself, hoping no one would smell her while she and Jeff were in the house."Want to screw around with them a little?" Jeff asked, a hint of laughter in his voice. I'll never let her know. Since you don't have any I really don't want to bring mine up." Oh no, you brought it up, you have to tell me."But he wouldn't. I brought it up every night for the next week and he would change the subject. The more he refused to talk about his fantasies the more determined I was to find out what they were. I had meant it when I told him that I would do anything for him. I loved him and I would do absolutely anything he wanted me to do. It took me two weeks, but I finally convinced him that I. We don’t have a car. We have to carry everything home on foot so we couldn’t go overboard. But it was so nice to have food in the house for a change.Mom had to work on Sunday. We spent the day together until she left in the early afternoon. I cleaned house for a while. I’m probably one of the few girls in the world that doesn’t mind doing housework. It beats the hell out of sitting around staring at the walls.I was sitting in front of the television a little more than an hour after she left. I.