Morning came with the realization that there was some light stealing into the trailer and that my morning wood was just plain stiff and painful. The next thing that registered was that my penis was being licked and sucked on with a great deal of enthusiasm!
Wow! This is going to be a prize-winning wet dream! Wait a minute, what's this weight on my chest? Hmm, and something seems to be holding my left arm down. What gives?
I finally really opened my eyes and saw a big lump on my chest under the covers.
Aha, obviously I am under attack by my favorite succubus! I'll lift the covers here and return the favor! Heh, heh!
"Hey! That's not fair! What's with the panties all of a sudden?"
Obviously surprised, Terri gagged a bit before she replied around my penis, "My period arrived last night, dammit!"
The vibration from Terri's voice managed to pull the trigger on Little Stefan and things started moving very fast! "Holy shit! Terri, I'm cumming!" Each surge of semen was accompanied by flat-out painful spasms of every muscle in my body as Little Stefan seemingly tried gallantly to jump all the way down to Terri's stomach!
Terri was busy licking me clean and sucking me dry before I was able to muster the wherewithal to speak! "Holy bleeping shit, woman! Is this the latest assassination technique that you are practicing? Nobody ever knows that it was an assassination because the victim always dies with a grin on his face while he goes into full coronary arrest!"
Terri finished cleanup to her satisfaction, reversed ends, cuddled up and gave me a long, loving, cum-flavored kiss!
After we came up for air, Terri grinned and said, "Well yeah! But you're still alive! My CIA handler told me that it is always fatal! You must be an awfully tough old bird!"
She paused for a breath. "And what were you doing all night long? Running the sperm factory on all three shifts? I swear, that is way more cum than you have produced in any of our previous hook-ups! You can talk all you want about assassination, but I will swear in court that you tried to drown me!"
"Tried to drown you with cum? Excuse me m'am, but flattery will get you anything you want! What exactly do you want?"
Terri sighed, "I want what I can't have. Not only is Miss Kitty all bloody, but she is way too sore to play!"
We managed a little more small talk, but both of us soon dozed off until such time as there was more than just the gentle glow of the sunrise shining thru the window.
"Excuse me Ms. Wonderful, but I have got to get to the bathroom and drain a crankcase!"
"Alright, be that way. Leave me all cold and lonely here in bed."
"I hate to say it, but we probably should get our acts together and try to demonstrate that we are still alive. What would you like for breakfast?"
"I think that we destroyed your makings for french toast yesterday. What do you have in the line of hot cereal?"
"How does buckwheat and breakfast soufflés sound?"
"Sold! By the sexy chef with the silver tongue that both my ears and Ms. Kitty love! What can I do to help?"
We were about halfway through breakfast when Terri shifted the topic back to the elephant in the room. "Well, I guess this is as good a time as any for you to deliver your negative sales pitch."
"Ohhh, goody—not! But, yeah, I reckon you're right.
"Let's see—let me start with the most important issue..."
"Which is our age difference, right?" interjected Terri.
"Sorry, no. It's resources."
"Huh?"
"If we top out at level four, I reckon that we can put any number of resource plans together that we could live with. However, if we manage to take this to level five, that is, marriage, this becomes critical.
"A family raising children needs more income, and a more dependable income, than two adults living their version of the life of Riley. I am past the prime age for making a decent wage working for the man. Maybe there is an entrepreneur living behind my beard, but until something actually happens, that's not a solution that I am willing to bet my life on; and absolutely, it's not a bet that I'd stake one or more children's lives on!
"What I do bring to the table is a modest, but stable income. Most of it is the contractual obligation that the government owes me for giving them twenty-five years of my life while wearing a uniform. The lesser part is what I get for crossing the magical milestone of my sixty-second birthday.
"You, Terri, are the one with the best potential for a decent steady wage. Maybe you have an entrepreneur's magic lamp, but we can't count on something like that until it actually starts delivering.
"In my book, anyone who brings a child into the world is responsible for them. And that does not mean that it is right to hire someone to raise that child. A child should be raised by their parents, and not by some kind of government surrogate or private nanny! That means that at least one parent gets to stay home and assume the career of homemaker, nanny, nurse, child psychologist, teacher, and jack-of-all-trades. That's not to say that they can't contribute support to the economic unit that is the family, it's just that the children come first!
"Hmm, I guess that raises the issue of child rearing. I raised my children using a mostly traditional approach to bringing them up. They have all turned out well, but I never really got comfortable with the approach and the role. If we are to have children, I would like to investigate alternative approaches to the raising of children. Peaceful Parenting is one that I have heard of but never explored since I never expected to be able to use it after I discovered it.
"Anyway, I am willing to assume the roll of Mr. Mom if you have to be the breadwinner. However, that introduces a number of new variables into what is commonly considered a 'normal' family.
"Some women can't stand the idea of being attached to a man that brings home less money than they do. Are you one of them? And, no, you don't need to answer that now. It's just something that you need to meditate on for the next three weeks or so.
"Now that I think about it, there are a number of questions I will leave you with that do not need immediate answers. They are just homework that you get to meditate on until we get back together... uh, of course, that's presuming that we do get back together."
"I understand, Stef, but for the time being let's be positive; we WILL be back in contact in three weeks or so. Okay?"
"Boy! That works for me, Terri!
"Anyway, leaving this little digression and getting back to the main topic. The Universe has gifted women with milk factories and in my experience the Universe is almost always more likely to be right than all the overeducated blowhards that populate the human race.
"Terri, if you become the prime supporter of the family, how would you propose to handle nursing the children while bringing home the bacon?
"Oh, and I hope you like home-brewed beer! It promotes lactation and I have four sons who turned out very well on beer-based mother's milk! In my book the bottom line is that baby formula is on a kitchen shelf strictly and only as an emergency back-up!
"I could probably squeeze a little more blood out of this resource turnip, but the topic is now on the table and I'm sure that you can find and pursue any number of related permutations on your own.
"Our age difference is probably the next biggest elephant we need to think about. I'm not going to beat that bush with the social consequences that can come of it since we already touched on that topic the other day. What I think I need to mention are some of the actuarial consequences that we need to be aware of.
"My father is in his nineties and has a decent shot at making it a bit past one hundred. On the other hand, my mother 'only' made it into her eighties. Based on my own condition and advances in health and medicine, a century does not seem like an unreasonable duration for me to live. In nice round numbers, that would give us the potential of thirty years together.
"Are you willing to go into this knowing that you are likely to be a widow by the time you are around fifty or sixty? Of course, you are young enough that you may turn out to be a member of the first generation of humans that are effectively immortal, barring fatal accidents. I guess that would probably make me a Dora to your Lazarus. Wouldn't that make an interesting twist on Bob Heinlein?"
"Huh? That sounds more like an argument FOR level five rather than an argument against it!"
"Uhh... Come again, Terri. I don't follow you on that one."
