"Have you started your periods yet?" No"I changed the subject somewhat, to get her mind off this track of questions. We talked about school, what her ...riends did for fun, anything besides sex. Finally I told her I needed her to get undressed for me, to finish my interview. I didn't even look at her when I said it, picking up a magazine on my desk, trying to remain aloof to her nakedness. I pointed in the general direction of the table, and she went there immediately. Without my asking, she. “Jill, tell me honestly. Do you ever wonder what might have been? Between you and me? If things had been different? If I’d have found you? What might have been? If we’d have had kids? What they might have looked like?”Jill paused. Paused a long time before answering, and I felt my heart sinking, my world disappearing into a rapidly expanding sinkhole of emotion and emptiness. It was only a hypothetical, right, but even ideas have the power to terrify and traumatize. As I saw the heads of each. I asked whether or not we were going to have all of the kids or if we’d be better off shipping them off to ‘grandma’s house’.Trust me, none of our parents would consider that a burden in any way. I know I’ve told you about Sally’s mom who absolutely loves our Saturday get-togethers so she gets to have a night with her granddaughter. Well, now she has two more little ones, not to mention Emmy’s mom, who lives near Glencoe, Illinois. I haven’t as yet met Emmy’s parents or her two brothers. That’s. "It's good to meet you Sir," I moan staring at his delicious cock wanting it inside me.He see my eyes cast down at his dick so he stares at my body. Titts swaying with my nerves. Top of my pussy surrounded by wetness. Ass peaking out. My adorable feet. His dick jumps dropping his towel as he says "We'll meet soon young miss just keep calling me Sir." Or master or nothing just scream he thinks as I wiggle on my seat. The movement making me moan as I watch him pick up his towel and go back into.