His nervousness was more obvious than most.He drank half of his beer in one long swig.“Uh -- road construction,” he said. “Can we just go ahead ...-- and --”“Sure,” I said and began unbuttoning my shirt.He watched me pull it out of my jeans and drape it over my chair a few feet in front of him. He took another long guzzle of beer as I bent to untie my shoes and pull them off. He finally started unbuttoning his own shirt when I straightened back up.He pulled his shirt out of his jeans, but didn't. Dad is a kinky guy but forgetting the being my father in law for a sec... He is just like so many of these people trying to friend me. We all want the same thing, and so does my mother in law... O-OWe all want a extra finger in your ass when you cum or some hot lips pressed to yours as you tongue fuck each others mouth... Sure some of us see a big big double ended dildo going into a chubby asshole as he screams for more and the other end inside a pussy as she slams her as into his and might. The Elizabethan period, the reign of Queen Elizabeth. The poetry of the period is what we will be concerned with. The poetry of Donne, John Donne, the themes, the fact that during this period the people believed that each time they had sex, reached a sexual climax, they lost a day of their life, that sex burned up their life... so consequently much of Donne's poetry deals with this, in his early writings. Much of the poetry was divided between should we have sex and should we not have. ‘ Now, let’s get you cleaned up and out of those wet clothes. ‘ ‘That’s just an excuse. You just want me naked, is all. ‘ She laughed, teasing him. ‘You’re right. Let’s go. ‘ He said bluntly, but smiled making her laugh now. Keeping the blanket wrapped around her, she followed him into the house and upstairs to the master bathroom. She watched him for a few minutes as he got a clean rag, bandages and other things for her elbows. He took the blanket from her and she flinched her eyes as he was.