”“Sorry to hear that, sweetie. We both know how much your mom loves to fight. It’s one of the few things she’s really good at,” Alex said, t...aking a seat at the patio table.“Pffff, that’s for sure,” his daughter agreed. “All I did was ask if I could go to her spa and get a wax like she does. I get tired of shaving every other day. She went ballistic and said the only girls my age getting waxed at her spa looked like sluts. It’s so unfair. I haven’t even had sex!”Alex felt relieved to confirm his. Would you like anything before you start thediscussion?" I asked, politely.Darcy smiled at my demure behaviour."You are really adorable when you are behave with utmost modesty, sissy.As to my needs, I am more concerned about the future than the breakfast.Miss Jennifer, would it be okay if I discuss my points before we startthe breakfast?" Darcy asked Mother."Please go ahead," Mother said.I waited patiently for Darcy to form her thoughts."Grace, I know you are as serious about this relationship. Well, I was stuck for words, and really how could I answer? The lift seemed to take forever in getting to my floor, and I thought as soon as I get out that would be the end of it. Not the case – she got out with me and said, flatly, what she expected from me. She wanted to see my cock and to make sure it was as big as it looked on the beach. If I said no then she would tell her father what had happened on the beach and, well, there would be all sorts of issues.So we went inside into my. We could send the kids out for pizza and you could tell the girls you’ve got a headache.”“You’re so bad!” my wife grinned at me “Can I take a raincheck? I’ve been dying to try this new tapas place.”I kissed her on the back of the neck “Can’t blame a guy for trying. Hey . . . Will you be needing your checkbook? I need to update our accounts.”“No . . . I’ll use my plastic. My checkbooks in my purse.” she told me as I walked downstairs.I opened my wife’s purse and found her checkbook when I.