Trust me on that, pig.”My Princess then looked at me and inquired if the “Property” was even going to be around long enough to meet “The Demon...”. I told her that it really came down to just how long the pig could please her “Owner”, but that it might be a good idea for her to learn just “who and what” we were talking about, before I wasted too much time on someone who might not even be worth the effort.The pig was smart enough to know that she was being patronized, but she was so needy and eager. " You did?" Yes. But only if you promise not to tell Ron." Uh?" Yes. We don't want him to get upset." You don't?" No." I see," I said not knowing what she was talking about."Good." Uh?" I said 'good'." Yes. I heard that." Good." Uh?" Oh I give up!" You do?" Yes!" Good." You're hopeless. You really don't know what I'm talking about, are you?" Quit frankly - no." Oh I'll spell it out for you then. She want you to father her children." Me? Father? What children?" Hers and Ron's of course!" How can. We finished our wine and I was not ready for this to end, so I led Sofia to the ladies' room. We both primped a bit in the mirror until the one other lady in the restroom left and then I almost d**g her into a stall. The stalls were very private and big enough for us to both easily fit. I immediately kissed her, forcing my tongue between her lips savoring the sweetness of the wine and the delicious fullness of her eager mouth. My hand was instantly under her skirt and my fingers buried in the. To be honest, I felt like I was imposing on my daughter and her family and I didn’t want to be away from you for that long.’ She smiled like Mary used to and said, ‘I know I’m not Mary and I’m an older woman, but I’m lonely too, Jim. Besides I promised Mary I would take care of you, and how can I do that if I’m not here?’ I couldn’t think of anyone alive that I wanted to be with more. To say she was beautiful or gorgeous would seem funny to people since she was close to sixty years old, but to.