. please!" I knew I was a master with my tongue -- enough women have told me so, and I knew this young naive unmarried little bitch is no different fr...m the others. My eyes squinted with wanton anticipation as I thought of my aching cock fucking into this ripe young woman's pussy, filling her sex-starved, empty belly with my hot, scalding sperm...reaming her tight little hole like she'd never had it before...Furrowing my nose into the moist juiciness of her pussy-hole, I fastened my teeth ever. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that she was shaking. Her other hand was trembling when I put my hand over it. The analytical part of my mind tried to make sense of what I was feeling by telling me that I was in emotional turmoil and those young women were related. Another part of me connected that feeling to Lilith and the activities we performed together - and the civilized part of me was yelling that it was not right to feel like this, when you fiancée had just died. So, it was like I was. I theorized that if that were to ever happen, I would probably create multiple personalities at some stage, just so that I would have someone to communicate with. Would they take minutes or millennia to develop?I closed my eyes for a second.I could see a pink oblong thing lying on the carpet in front of me. What was it? It seemed to be moving a little but not like me. I could propel myself forward! I was David! I crawled towards the pink and white bundle; I could see a face!“That’s your baby. “You might think this is weird Ms. Speaks,” he said in frustration, “but I have been um ... I have been um ... I don’t know who else to talk with this about it but um...”Morphing immediately into her professional role Charlotte’s attention became riveted. She wondered if the boy might have been molested or something. “Don’t be embarrassed Malcolm. Just tell me what it is that you are trying to say.”“Um I have been um,” he hesitated just like he had practiced so many times. “Having...”“Go.