Some kind of amusement park? Or themed restaurant? Or...something? It's definitely some sort of Renaissance Faire-y acting type gig. You could probabl... remember more clearly if this room wasn't so fucking bright; it's making your head spin. You give your eyes another rub before swallowing and opening up your orientation guide.Oh fuck. If your head wasn't spinning before, it sure as hell was now. You told these people you had years of experience horseback riding? That you were deeply versed in. It was small but suited our needs. About six weeks after moving in, Carla told me she ran out of birth control pills and wanted to start a family.By February it was confirmed the Carla was pregnant. I was working hard at converting the small bedroom (picture a large closet) into a nursery and working at the same time. I did not know if we were having a girl or a boy, but Carla did not like pink, so the nursery got a coat of pale blue paint.For the first two or three months, Carla lost her. "Well it seems to me that since you like wearing dresses and playinghouse, we can continue with that understanding." Are you suggesting that we play house together for a while?" I asked."That's right. What do you think?" he said."Well," I started to reply."Never mind, that's what we're going to do. You can act like a wife andI'll act like your husband. You'll cook and clean for me and do whateverelse I can think of." In other words, you're the boss?" I asked."You got it; and any time you don't. I touched Jen’s breast’s first, than Molly’s. Jen started to stir a little, her eyes didn’t open, but there was something. I figured I better make this a couple of quickies, in and out, cum once in each girl, cover them up, grab the cameras, and I’m gone. Sounds like a plan.I decided to fuck Jen first, after all she was the oldest, by two days. I spread Jen’s legs wide and got in between them. Jen was still cum soaked and smelled of sex. I had no trouble slipping my stiff cock into Jen’s.