The blonde is there, lying on the grass. Half nude. The cashmere is crumpled up like a pillow under her head in the drawing. I'm in the drawing too, i...n the corner, sitting on the bench, obviously aroused. One of my hands is covering my breast, but not for modesty; it's circling my nipple. My very erect nipple. "I like to watch you draw. It's almost like you're drawing on my neck." "I know. Well, I didn't know it was your neck. I just knew you were ... well, aroused by watching me. Or her. Or. ..................................................................................................................................A few hours later in the suburb of Newtown, Mike's sister Angie walkeddown a dark quiet street towards the railway station, the sound of herhigh-heels clattered on the pavement and resonated down the desertedstreet. She was in a hurry to get the next train home. Angie has afourteen-year-old daughter, the result of a tempestuous but ultimatelydoomed affair, and she. But its more than just the way my bodygrows this child inside me. There's a whole different world among womenwhen it comes to pregnancy. It's such an exclusive condition, such afact of life to half of the human race. Old woman, young women, othermothers, other pregnant women, they all just seem to have this unspokenrelationship to the reality of their place in this cycle of life. Theyshare their own sympathies, encouragements, and they communicate on aplane that I never saw among men, about. But when you see the pleasure it gives Marge your breathing picks up and we are both surprised to find you holding my boner.As the realization hits you, you look down at what your hands are doing, then up at my smiling face. I tell you to go slow, don’t miss a second of this magic event. We kiss and you quickly become voracious, revealing the real woman that only you and hubby knew was lurking there. You are still dressed, bu my hands are inside your overalls now, and under your panties,.