Somewhere distant I thought I heard a bus and I began to run,holding my breasts to stop them swinging as I did, my legs feeling likejelly, my heart po...nding, until I finally saw the bus stop. I arrivedthere gasping and panting my damnable breasts heaving, but thankfully itwas a quiet country road, there were no signs of people or houses andthe only sounds were my own gasps - except for the distant noise of thebus's engine as it slowly crawled up the hill growing nearer and nearereach second. He followed and we really started kissing. It was so sexy when we put our mouths together and took each other`s breath. Our clothes eventually came off and he went to get the mirror and put it at the foot of the bed. It was perfect. The way our bodies looked in that mirror are what fantasies are make of. At one point I remember he was on top of me and I had my legs wrapped around him. I could feel his rock hard maleness up against my moist lips. I was at this point so hot and I dripped with. "What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted at her. "Acting?" Erin said, looking at me uncertainly. I paused the scene. We were going to have to re-record over this last part. "That's not how this is done," I said. This had never been a problem with Denise. She had been pure professionalism. "But... I need to get into character," Erin argued. "What? It's sex. Can't you fake it? I mean, there's nothing to it. Just go 'oooh, ahhh, oh yeah baby' until it's over." "Fine, I'll try your way," Erin. Jim and I know that the child conceived with love grows up to love. So it seems with Michael. He’s the sweetest 10 year old. He’s got the best of both Jim and me. Sass, quick with a story and a love of fun. He’s athletic, with a good sense of balance. Off-key moods come and go, they seldom last long. People warm to him without hesitation. Jim and I love him to pieces. I’ve long wanted to tell the story of his conception because Michael has been my greatest achievement. Jim’s too, he says..