“Why the hell haven’t you been picking her signal up all of this time?” their Boss demanded.“Could be a number of reasons. Boss. If she was un...erground, or surrounded by something that blocked the signal, we wouldn’t receive it, but she’s moving now,” Chip told him, looking at his equipment.“Where?” the Boss demanded next.“I’ll have a plot in a minute or so as soon as the computer has enough readings,” Chip told him. Shortly a map of part of Charleston appeared on the screen. It showed the. .. as these thoughts and the images of the two of them on the lawn raced through my head, I could feel my dick swelling in my shorts. I put my hand over it to cover the growth, but instinctively strated to stroke it gently through the fabric instead. The hammock is fairly shielded from view, I thought, and I have time to get shower and get ready before my wife gets home and the guests arrive.I pulled down my shorts and boxers and threw them on the ground, my dick already firm and erect, jerking. Then a 3-year-old boy; I couldn’t tell if his father had been Indian, black, or Latin, but I had a feeling if it was the latter, it wasn’t Juan’s doing. Juan himself held a baby girl in his arms, white again, with red hair. And Julie’s pregnant belly was stretching out a t-shirt that read “Not My Husband’s”, with an arrow pointing down.“I loved that shirt,” said Juan. “People assumed it was a joke if the other k**s weren’t around. I loved the look on their faces when I told them it was true,. Combs’ is a bit too formal!’ ‘Well, I was just helping Joanna with a problem,’ a raised eyebrow causes me to reconsider my unfortunate choice of words, ‘and one thing sorta led to another.’ Her brown eyes washed over my face. ‘Yes. Joanna can be most demanding at times. Go on.’ ‘Well, I made love with your daughter. That’s the short of it.’ ‘Hmm. No dissembling. I like that. And, do you love my daughter?’ ‘No. Call it a strong attraction. But not ‘love.” ‘That’s good, because Joanna has to.