’ ‘No way in hell,’ Ariana hissed. ‘Ariana Jane, you will invite your father into that house, and you will do it now,’ Glen growled. ‘Gues...s what father, I’m not a child anymore! I’m a grown woman with four children and you don’t get to tell me jack squat!’ Ariana shot back. ‘Ariana Jane, I want to explain everything, but not here when anyone could hear us’ Glen told her. ‘There’s nobody here dad but me and the kids,’ Ariana said, glancing down at Brad who was falling asleep in her arms.. "No, ma'am. We haven't yet begun to fight. Over on your stomach, please."I had rather suspected it would come to this. A few women require something a bit more fundamental to remove psychological blocks. And there's nothing more fundamental than the fundament."Have you ever attempted anal sex, ma'am?" Well, yes, but -- " But?" I kind of enjoyed the sensations, but it's... I don't know... it's dirty and perverted somehow." This is strictly a medical procedure, ma'am. I'm a fully board-certified. In my teens, I had used bathtime as a way to sneak illicit touches, fantasising about some older pop star or film icon. Now, at forty, the men who occupied my private moments in the bathtub were far younger. Moving my fingers inside of myself, I ran through the list of young men who had caught my eye recently: the twenty-something clerk at the bank, the new intern in my office, my stepson. My stepson! My fingers stopped moving as I mulled over my attraction to this young man. Barely twenty-one,. They didn’t feel of lust or fake passion, it felt like genuine love. But I knew it was too good to be true. I would let him have it his way; if he wanted to please me he was doing one hell of a job. He wasn’t done, “The thing is, you’re different than the other girls. They just want sex out of me, and I just wanted that out of them. But you see, you’ve opened my eyes. I’m madly in love with you.” He just had to go and make a big deal, didn’t he? He liked mocking me. Our eyes connected, his face.