"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" she teased. "Came to get some water," I lied. "So... what do you think of Misia?" I asked, trying to sound as i...nocent as possible. She looked at me a little puzzled. We always chatted about the girls I brought home occasionally, but usually we saved it for the next morning once they'd left. "She's cute," she answered eventually. "I wish I had her hair. And her boobs. She's just your type." Jenny knew me too well by now. "Is she your type though?" I. You had all the girls - and my son - gathered around you, waiting for you to tell them what to do next, to have fun. Joey doesn’t just love you as a friend, he looks up to you, and that boy worships you. Just to see him have that much admiration of you, makes tears come to my eyes. You changed his life - and he’ll always look to you for advice and inspiration.”“Nadine, take your clothes off and leave them in the car. We’re going down to the creek beside this wooden bridge and we’re going to. I badly wanted to bite those delicious big tits of hers and that delectable bottom as well. She was meant to be licked, fucked, caressed, spanked, and more. She was also meant to be kept naked, if at all possible.It was just a question of how to get her to come over, so I could seduce her and turn her into one of my sexual playthings. She would belong to me, but first I had to get her into my domain, on whatever pretext. Once she was on my turf, it would be a lot easier to bring her to heel and. Of course, there’s outside help too – for instance, Margo.”“Sheila, you don’t have to keep me happy. That’s my job, and you well know it’s mostly one’s attitude towards life that does that. What’s that old saying, ‘There is nothing either good of bad, but thinking makes it so.’ The same quote applied to happiness.”“Hamlet,” Sheila retorted. “I think Emerson wrote something similar and all sorts of metaphysical authors since, including Carl Jung.”We were quiet a minute and Sheila said, “There’s.