The more Sarah thought about it the more she wanted to have sex again and again with Dillon because he was Michelle’s son and it didn't matter that ...she risked suffering the humiliation of being disciplined once again as she relished being disciplined. It made it a win win for her, some incomparable erotic fun for Dillon, and one huge kick up the bottom for Michelle.Sarah heard movement behind her and felt her arm pulled to make her turn around. Megan was glaring at her and before Sarah could. Maybe it was good for their cardiovascular system but it wasn’t doing anything to reduce the excess weight they were carrying. They needed to do some dieting besides exercising if they were serious about weight reduction.Pat knew he was being somewhat brutal in having this opinion but he was being honest in what he thought.Leaving the sports complex Pat thought of things he needed to do. High on his list was to get the oil changed in his automobile. He would go home, shower and shave and armed. Yes, there was the overturned garbage can, half buried in a drift of snow, and nestled against it was the construct that housed Forsteg's essence. Shapeless, it would remain that way until within range of a mind that would give it the form of whatever headgear that mind most desired. Now under his firm control, the dog took the construct in its jaws and trotted off down the street."Hrrrbboi!" The words were garbled, merely a pleasant noise in the floppy ears of the mutt. It scampered closer to. " My voice was throbbing with sincerity. "Really? I didn't expect this when I went in for tea." She sounded surprised like she wasn't sure I was serious. Without a word, I took out the receipt for my coffee and taking a pen out of my jacket pocket. I wrote my name and number then I held it out to her. "What's this for?" came the awkward response. "Girls like me get a few numbers passed their way. I thought you'd like to be the one who got the number for a change." My voice was flirtatious and.