I noticed you writing about how you can recognize Veronica's cries. I know how that works, although I can usually tell the difference between Sage and...Cee as well as just pick out Cee. From all the babies out there. A huge part of that is the time I spend with Violet. We seem to eat and drink at the same time. We feed our babies at the same time, and we definitely try to cuddle our ladies at the same time. She's become my best friend and my biggest supporter in all things. It's scary, I know. She pushed me to the back of the shower, and bent over. She wanted to fuck.“Lisa, are you sure?”“Do you trust me?”“Fuck you. Honestly? Have you had sex before?”“No.”“Well it’s gonna hurt then. Did you break yourself already?”“Maybe. With a vibrator.”“And I’m the bad guy with the pocket toy.”I rubbed my dick up and down her slit, and eased in a bit.“Are you sure?”“You’re in already, go for it.”I pushed in, and gained a rhythm. I went in and out. She was so hot and tight, it was ten times better. “The pool is set at the perfect temperature. Why don’t we get in and begin the interview?” she suggests.Townsend follows her down a set of steps into the shallow end of the pool. At the water’s edge he sets his notes down, pretending that he isn’t affected by the woman’s display. It isn’t working, and the cock rising in his speedo is quick to betray him.“I’m ready if you are,” she says not paying any special attention to the growing swimsuit.“Okay,” Townsend replies, thankful to have his mind. And again, had I not allowed it to continue, I could have made the claim that I was myself confused, sleepy and groggy when first feeling her, realizing then she had made the mistake, explaining to her about the switch of rooms that she couldn't have known about, but I hadn't done that. I'd allowed it to go on instead. All I could do then was apologize, somehow ... if I even could, and admit that I had succumbed to my own desires, sensations, and somehow get her to understand that, perhaps not.