"You want to tell me about it?" she asked."Tell you about what?" I asked."About what was going on in your pants ... before lunch," she said calmly.Bus...ed! Damn! I tried to bluff."Oh that," I said, trying to sound like it didn't matter at all. "Happens sometimes. It's a guy thing." I know all about that kind of guy thing," she said. "I had a husband who loved showing me his when it got that way." Oh," I said, trying to get past this. "Well you don't have to worry about that. I won't try to show. . you don't know what it's like to like someone that way yet." I think about him a lot. Even though he's mean to me I still like being around him. I like looking at him. I love the way he smiles, which is not often, but when he does smile ... it's like..." Her voice drifted away.Jane studied her daughter. She was only seven years old and looked like a teenager in love. That scared her. "Hallie, it could be just a crush that's all."But Hallie didn't hear her mother. She was smiling from ear to. "Somehow, I do not believe that manual guidance is an intelligent activity for either one of you to indulge. I believe manual activity actually becomes hazardous activity where the two of you are concerned, but I will withhold my final opinion on the matter until after the first couple of lessons. Now, Erik, cease your nibbling on that girl's neck! She is not for supper and I need her to have her wits about her so she may help me prepare our meal for tonight. Otherwise, we all go hungry. I. Marsha doesn’tmind, sometimes even working such fantasies along with me. Onlyas I said, this time it didn’t work. My prick softened and slipped out of my wife with a soft“slurp.” Damn, I was annoyed! Telling my wife to, “Hold that pose,” I dashed into thebathroom; trying to get there before the bladder-pressure made mewet the floor. I heard Marsha giggle, as she “held that pose.” Damn, again! For what must have been the fortieth.