Life just keeps getting better and better.My final count is twenty-three babies in thirty years. I would have had twenty-six if not for the three misc...rriages that I had in my early forties. Not a world record, but definitely a respectable rate of reproduction.During my early forties, I had to get fucked for a long time, sometimes as long as nine months before I got pregnant. And after the miscarriages, I had to start the knock-up periods all over again. It was getting unbearably tedious, so it. Nothing major or painful but pleasurable. I was like “that feels really good”, she smiled and told me to have a seat and that she’ll be back. She comes back from out of her room with a bottle of oil. She rubs some in her hands and starts back at jacking me off and giving me one of the best handjobs that I have received to this day. Up and down her hands go sliding on my dick, one hand she’s stroking me off and in the other she’s massaging my nuts, It all felt AMAZING. I then reach and. All of them. They must have planned this ahead of time as they all were wearing shoes that really made their feet sweaty and smelly. Each girl had their own distinct odor. This, I discovered was deliberate also.The next game the girls played was to blindfold me and make me smell their feet until I could identify the girl the feet belonged to. Sarah was the easiest to identify, as she had the strongest smelling feet of all the girls. She even seemed to take pride in making me smell her feet.. This allowed me to build my lair any where, and any way I wanted. I found the perfect spot, fairly isolated on a mountainside overlooking the city below. I brought in a crew of hard rock miners to tunnel into the mountain and carve out chambers for a workshop, command center, garage, and living quarters. It took nearly two years to complete the digging. After that, it took another year, doing most of the work myself, to complete. Once finished the large vehicle entrance was undetectable when.