" But you will be, sweetheart. I'll help you. Is that what you want? Doyou want Mommy to make you pretty?" Arrgh," I moaned. "I don't want to be prett...y. I don't want to be amaid." Tears were starting to fall from my eyes."Oh, have yourself a nice cry, Mary. It's a very emotional time. Iunderstand. I know that down deep, you really want this, but you'reblocking. I'll tell you what, I'll run errands, and Dad will orderpizza for dinner. You won't have to cook." Thank you," I said."But that will. You have been working nonstop for your boss, putting in a ridiculous amount of hours. You spent about seventy-five mindless hours of brokering deals for your boss. You lost nights of sex with Amy as she knew you were going to get a huge promotion and get her into her fabulous dream house. Her confidence in you helps you overcome the doubts about your boring life.You slip a hand on her thigh as the supernatural monsters fight against the kid heroes of the show. They prevent the big bad from. " She was getting pinker, almost a full blush as the memories of the previous night went through her mind's eye."A dog's temperature is several degrees higher than ours." I informed her, quite unnecessarily, but I had to say something and useless facts are always a good fall back."I wish we had a video camera." This was a new turn of events. Jill had never even wanted to pose for me if a camera was anywhere to be seen. Even on holiday, she would cover her topless tits up if the lens as so much. I was really hot!Suddenly I saw that his eyes were wide open and he was smiling broadlyagain. Without a word I got up and moved across to side by his side,and immediately I put an arm around his shoulders and with my left handbegan to rub him up through his shining shorts. He parted his legs aswide as he could, and his teenage cockmound filled my hand. I rubbedand pressed it, and could feel the swollen packet of boyflesh pressingthrough the confining material of his nylon briefs and satin.