He knew the batteries in the remote were okay; he'd just put them in last week or maybe it had been the week before. With the day he had had yesterday..., it was kind of hard to remember things. He was beginning to feel a mite bit fuzzy himself as he sang the alphabet with Big Bird and Snuffy. How the hell could he resist singing with Muppets -- especially when he was laid up with bandages covering most of his body -- including the part that planted his seed? Not being able to have the chance to. "?Iwent to my knees as she settled her silky ass right on my still blushing faceand let her skirt fall around my head. She had clearly been holding back. Ididn't know women could fart like that. Most of her expulsions were soft andsilent but a few were quite blatant and as noisy as the first. She giggled andwiggled as she rubbed the smooth fabric of her panties over my face for atleast ten minutes .?Finally,she said, "Bobby, I'm feeling a little moist back there." "Couldyou just pull my panty. You make me feel like a fucking pimply-faced 10th grader.”“That was me,” she said, snuggling closer. “I was the pimply-faced 10th grader.”“Who still fought off the boys.” He placed his other arm around her waist, but pulled her no closer. She couldn’t encounter his raging hard-on, not if he wanted the evening to progress, stagger-step, or not. It embarrassed him how badly out of control he was.“Certain types of boys. I never dated anyone that didn’t come from the wrong side of the tracks,. I mean, I don't like your marriage. Your wife. And now you want to be a father! I don't know how you'll get out of this marriage if there's a child involved...' 'Get out of...what? Are you crazy?' 'I'm fine.' 'I'm not getting out. I'm happily married, why would I want to get out.' 'Because you love me.' 'Yes, I love you. And I love my wife, it's not like I hid the fact that I am married. You are the one who came after me and I did try to push you away.''But you couldn't! Why? Because you love.