Stephen, is she a mistress?" Oh, I wouldn't think so, hon. She's sweet and quiet, a little shy. Shelikes to cook and clean. Does that mean anything?" ...Well, she could be a sissy," the other parent said. "Does she likemaid's dresses?" I don't know. I've never bought one for her. Do you think I should?" Maybe. A lot of girls like that. You say she cooks? Sissies love tocook. They like being told what to do." Rebecca likes being told, too," Charlotte said, thinking pensively."Last week, Steven. . if you?ll still have me, I?d love to move up here and and be withyou ? not full time, mind you. I still want to be in Miami for thewinters, but..." she laughed at her own self consciousness, thenstruggled with the last of her thoughts. "I... I love you, Ronnie. Ireally do and... if it?s not too late... please... please let me be yourmother."The tears were streaming down Veronica?s face as she threw her armsaround her mother?s shoulders.The people in the ball room were taken aback by the. They moved in closer to us. The guy was now behind his wife. But rather that cupping her breasts, he began pulling at my nipples. "Oh shit. This is making me so hot," I thought.Our dancing got more erotic. I pulled Brett's cock out of his pants and teased it as we danced. Our friends were now dancing like we were all one organism. Our bodies touching, rubbing. Finally, I said to Brett, “Let’s go to the room." The other couple followed us.No one is allowed in the room with clothes on. The four. “If you need to go take a ‘nap’,” she suggested after I’d gotten up to get a couple of beers, “I can entertain myself for a while.”I coughed a bit at that. I’m sure I blushed, too, after mumbling about my condition being her fault. She seemed to get a kick out of that, so I changed the subject.“So. You write.”“Yeah,”“Published?”“You mean stuff I’ve actually been paid for? Some poems. Prose. Shorts stories. I have a more that hasn’t been. A novella that I’m trying to get a publisher for. A.