But I don’t remember closing the door or you coming to bed or anything else. Isn’t that weird?’ ‘Honey,’ I said, turning the newspaper sidew...ays on the table between us. ‘Do you remember us drinking three bottles of wine last night? I’m not sure I remember that much. Nicole collected her things and went home as soon as you went to bed. I offered to make her coffee so she’d be safe. Do you remember that?’ She squinted her eyes and looked a little confused. Then she smiled. ‘It was a lot of wine.. Shouting, she answered, “Why? I’ll tell you why! You’re one of the smartest, kindest, tenderest men I’ve ever known!”John was floored. Every woman he’d ever been close to, including his wife, had made a big deal about not getting pregnant. Even his mother seemed to take the attitude it was something a wife had to endure. The few girls in college he had sex with emphasized their fear and anxiety concerning getting pregnant. He’d never met a woman who’d wanted a baby, any baby, much less his. “Ooohh, Mom!” Misty murmured, as she squeezed her mother’s ass tightly with both hands. “I’m always so excited…. I can’t Help It!” She went back to sucking her mother’s nipple, it felt like a silky flesh covered pebble to her swirling tongue…. she felt her body thrumming with her erotic desires, and her little pussy began to seep her wetness.Sharon’s legs began to shake and she deliberately placed a hand on top of her daughter’s head, pushing her gently downward…..Misty turned her pale blue. He grabbed the hanger and went in front of the mirror, pulling off thetee as he went. He actually had to stare at the dress for a bit beforerealizing how he was supposed to get into it. He hadn't realized howstretchy the material was. No wonder she had looked so good in it.It fit his new frame as perfectly as he knew it would. He played withhis new hair a little bit, to get it positioned right, then looked athimself in the mirror. It all looked so right. He had loved looking atthe way the dress.