" She took it and hung it on ahook behind the door. "Now lift your sweater." I looked around the store andwhen my eyes came back to her she quipped ...No sense being modest, compared towhat I expect you'll go through in the next few hours this is nothing, now up."I lifted my sweater bunching it around my shoulders and she looked at my lightlace bra. With a scowl she had me turned around and checked the tag on thestrap. "This is a 40D, and with those little ..... oh, I see, didn't want toshow. He isn't going to make love to you, he's going to fuck you. And I know I can handle it. I'm going to love it!"Jen was silent, not knowing what to say. She remembered the feel of Gerard's hand on her thigh, how it aroused her so. She remembered Gerard pressing up against her, and feeling his hard cock pressing against her. God, he was so big. There was a part of her -- a big part of her -- that wanted to experience that big cock.Michael studied his wife. He could see she was conflicted, so he. That was before mum and dad’s last visit, imagine the fury in me now.”All this time, I knew I had these feelings, I could not explain them and was confused that I had. Suddenly, in that moment, it became perfectly clear.“The physical heart has two chambers. The emotional one is no different, one chamber for love, one for hate. Unlike the physical one, if we need more room for love or hate, our emotional heart grows. Unlike the physical one, we can have a complete mix of love groups.. “So Marge, how do you feel about a midnight breakfast, my treat,” I suggested.“Well it is Friday night, and my daughter Sandy is at a sleep over. Why not?” she asked.“Indeed,” I replied. “It might be best if you didn’t leave your car here. I’ll follow you to the Steak and Egg. It’s claim to fame is they are open 24/7.”“You sure your girlfriend won’t mind?” Marge asked.“Oh I’m sure she would, if this were a date. This is really just business,” I said with a laugh. “That’s my story, and I’m.