"How deep is that hole?" I asked."It's about 7 inches back to the head of my cervix." She answered."What's a cervix?" I aksed."That's where mom's eggs... are produced. When your father ejaculates, his sperm will swim into my cervix and try to fuck one of my eggs." She said. Mom ran her sexy toes through my hair."That's how I got my beautiful baby boy." She said."So that's where I was for nine months. Your cervix?" I asked."Well, kind of. When the sperm and egg became you, you attached yourself to. She was in shock and wasn't sure what she shoulddo.Sally had rehearsed the words over and over again in her head allafternoon, but actually saying them was one of the hardest things she hadever done. "Mom, John and I had another fight today when he tried toorder me around, only this time he tried to punch me in the face. Iblocked him and then beat him up a little and made him make me a sandwichfor lunch."Hearing that Sally had beat up John suddenly made Kate very concernedabout John's health,. ” She just shrugged in that way she’d done a hundred times before and smiled at him. He was sure that she’d come round, he often joked that he always got his own way, to him all that mattered was how they felt about each other, the issues were just challenges to be tackled and defeated. Life was like that to him, a series of obstacles to be overcome and this was no different. He was certain he loved her and surprising her at the airport was just one more way he thought he could show that and he. The timber floors had been covered in a lush, neutral coloured woollen carpet, which all add up to a very pleasant, warm house, even with the wind roaring as it did this morning. The wood fire is merrily crackling in the corner of the lounge room, lending an aura of cosiness and sensuality to the room. In front of it is a very large sheepskin rug. It is starting to darken even more outside, as the day draws to a close. You have already pulled the curtains to a close, and the only light in the.