"You can thank me by inviting me up." He coughed and feigned a shudder. "I mean, it's so cold out. I should warm up, I think. Maybe some hot chocolate...? You wouldn't want me to get sick, would you?" "No. I…" Emma took a deep breath. "It's not much, but you can come up." Emma opened the door and stepped in, apprehensive about what Luke might think. She hadn't done much of anything to the apartment. The previous occupant had left a couch and bed and the piano. Emma had found a table and other. “If we’re adding Celeste and, presumably, Meka at some point in the future, the ratio of Charlie to us gets skinny. While Dad has to agree because we don’t want anything like a slave situation, we think that any one of the seven of us, or the eight of us, or the nine of us need to be able to initiate sex with Dad whenever we want, else any one of us might find herself somewhat on the outside looking in. We think there should still be occasional ‘Anything Goes’ days for Dad, but most of the. It was only this summer that I myself was a boy, whoselegs barely worked at all, and couldn't even imagine that before summer'send I'd be a girl, with pretty legs, and a boyfriend who appreciates them...I found about about my boyfriend's interest because the weather hasfinally started to get colder, and my skirts and shorts have moved to theback of my now fairly large closet.I live in Edmonton, and once winter begins to bite, only someone crazywould expose more of their flesh then they. She kept on looking out the window waiting for his car. She went from her couch to walking around to looking outside. After about 40 minutes of doing that she decided she would be better off just sitting down in front of the computer until he got there. She turned back on the monitor and started reading another erotic story as the time passed. Before she knew it, he was pulling up in her driveway and walking up to her front door. Her hubby was in the living room and she heard him tell her that.