I sat in the control room and smiled the entire time she worked withScott to produce a demo for Olympic Records. She sounded amazing, and Iknew it was...only a matter of time until she had her own recordingcontract. I just hoped that it didn't interfere with my ChristmasConcert, because that would complicate things.Friday afternoon was surreal. The Chorus was performing a Halloweenconcert for the school. As I sat in the audience watching, I was sad thatI wasn't up there with them. But there was. She stepped up to him; their eyes met; his hands held her shoulders, then pulled her body to his; her lips fell warm and eagerly onto his. Her slender form trembled slightly and Dan's testicles somersaulted. Margot had called out, " Come into the parlour Dad and make yourself comfy." Dan found it strange to be called Dad. It added to his confusion and made him feel awkward; being home was going to be nothing like he imagined.They'd exchanged few letters during those army years, and both were. ”“And what is it now?”“It is a 42 G.”“So, after three pregnancies and multiple kids, I would expect that you would get a bit bigger.”“But I am fucking huge, and I don’t mean my tits!”“First, I don’t think you’re huge, and I’m NOT talking about your breasts.”“But my perception is what counts!”“If you really think that what can I do to help?”“I don’t know. All I know is I am scared that you are going to stop finding me desirable.”“Is that what this is about? You think you have gotten bigger and. I’m pulling myself as I thread my way thru the traffic and I can smell the heat coming up from between my legs. And I’m dreaming of … woman. Sliding into her, hot and wet, legs opening, cunt juice, kissing, holding, crazy fucking, breasts – ah, I love a woman’s breasts… wish I could pull over and finish myself … but no way. I’m late for my next appointment.Anyway, I’m sick of Mrs Palmer and her five daughters, I want a woman, a real woman. I love fucking myself sometimes but right now I’m.