About three years after Rod knocks us both up on the same night, as she and I each raise an offspring of Rod, we should have her man Ted knock us both...up on the same night, too. Raise Ted’s younger babies together as we would do with the first set of babies from Rod.I picture my child from Ted, and Bri’s child from Ted, as a sweet caramel color, a mix of Bri’s and my paleness and Ted’s dark chocolate brown tone. We would raise all four children – Bri’s and mine by Rod, mine and Bri’s by Ted –. It is so nice that you finally decided to join the rest of us on these fine autumn mornings." The criticism in her voice sent chills up my spine. I bit my tongue back and drudged on with my explanations."So, you have been wasting away your semester... your parents' hard earned money, partying all night long, and now you wish for me to make it all better? Is that correct?" Again I resisted the urge to jump to my own defense. At this point, I didn't want to piss off the only person who could. I pinch some more, kneading. Wetness. I bring my hand out and smell my fingers. Milk! I suck on it, tasting her sweet breast milk. Really, sweet, like sugar or honey. My dick is a rock against her ass.I breathe in deep again, kissing more, down the back and side of her neck, to the sweet tender spot between neck and shoulder. I cant get over her smell. Shampoos and lotions and everything women do to make themselves as sweet as dessert. Like she wants to be eaten. So I feast with gentle kisses.. Excited to think that you were going to really do it. I can't stop thinking about it. Did you really do that to the other girls?" No. I never did that," he confessed, reluctantly. "It might have killed them, you see? I wanted to teach them a lesson. I wanted to teach them they could be better than they were. I wanted them to live. The injuries were accidents. I wasn't as careful as I should have been. Some of my equipment wasn't fully perfected. But no one was seriously hurt. The vacuum pump.