It was a true pleasure for me. When the others are up, perhaps we can do it again, lying down." Oh, yes. I feel like Molly Bloom." In that last chapte...r?" Yes."[The final chapter of Joyce's Ulysses is Molly's reverie about sex while she lived in Gibraltar, it ends: "and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his. I am starting to breath harder, thinking that my daughter is wanting to explore her awakening of sex with me! She keeps moving my hand up her chest until I feel a nipple touch the tips of my finger. She pauses for a moment as she lets out a muffled high pitch whine,and moves my whole hand over her just budding areola and her tiny nipple. She's now breathing harder and pushing her butt into my now very hard dick and takes my hand and starts moving circles over her tiny tit. I lose my morals to. ”“It’s OK, Blake,” Sarah said. “I never expected to do this with your either.”“So we don’t have protection and we shouldn’t do this,” Blake said.“It’s a matter of timing,” Sarah said. “Ethan wanted to screw me two weeks before my period, exactly when I was most likely to get knocked up.”“Preggers?” Blake asked. Sarah nodded yes.“Chances are something like 50/50 whether we screwed and he got me pregnant or he didn’t get me pregnant. I am not willing to take a chance like that.”“Tonight?” Blake. The fourth was okay, then another toe hit on the fifth. I almost didn't bother with the sixth ball but in frustration, I set it up quickly and took an almost careless swing and watched the ball sail off down the practice range. I don't ever remember hitting a three iron that far. The gods of golf were fucking with my mind.It took a little longer to get the swing back for the driver and three metal but at least I had some hope my shots would be fairly close to the fairway. I had shot two large.