Your not his property. Right? Since he's not interested sex, that doesn't mean your not. So, all I'm saying is that Duane might be a nice---change, a ...nice diversion for you. Besides, you and I both know that dad is totally obsessed with himself. Right? You know that. I know you know that. He'd never suspect that you were...that you were, with someone else. It would never occur to him! I'm just talking about sex here, mom. You've gone without that for a long time! Okay? So, think about it."Then. ’ Bob replied, ‘If you knew anything, about my intended, you would know you stopped an outright brawl, from occurring.’ Payne looked over the room and said, ‘Where the hell do you start?’ Sandra replied, ‘The very first thing you do, is to decide on your color palette.’ She took Payne over to a large portfolio of pictures and sat down beside her. Bob whispered to Dycke, ‘Do you think we could get out of here, peacefully. I have to make a phone call, about the gown. I have a suspicion that they. He turned to pick up his clothes and while he was looking away, I pressed 'on' and then 'record' on the remote. "Do you remember telling me that you would like to make a movie of us fucking?" I asked him. "Yes, I seem to recall that, yes, I definitely recall us discussing how we would save the movie and when we were old we would play it to remember the "Good ole days'. We can do that right now if you want." "So Derek, what you are saying is that it is okay to record us fucking. Am I right?". "Maybe the dessert first," replied the girl reaching up to caress Helen's breast."Do us both like you did last night," pleaded Helen."I'd love to," replied Phillipe, "but I have a class to teach in less than an hour, so..." and he left the bed to get a shower."Then I guess we provide our own dessert," laughed Helen as she snuggled under the covers and the two naked bodies began to intertwine.Phillipe heard the sounds of passion from the bedroom as he showered. Yes, he thought, like children, it.