"Beats the daylights out of stacking underwear at WalMart, baby," I tell him."I always thought so," he replied. "Somebody's got to do that, too, but I...d rather do this." We CAN do this," I said. "We want to do it. We learned how to do it. So we do it."He glanced over at me, smiling. "Sort of like finding a purpose in life." Many purposes," I said. "Loving and being loved, that's one. You and me. And our crazy family." Don't go near the philosophy department," Dan said."Oh, sometimes I wonder. She walked down the hall to the copier room. She put the document into the machine. She had to make one-hundred collated copies.Of course, the paper got jammed. Jayne opened the machine up and took the jammed paper out of the machine. She was bending in such a way. A few of the staff accountants were behind her and got a peek down her shirt. They chuckled and one of the men went up right behind her and felt her ass.These kinds of things constantly happened to her. She never made a big. I noted that the passengers were several of the women in my life.“What?” the President asked.“Another Talon is landing on the roof with several of my wives aboard,” I explained.”“Your entire family should be here within the hour,” she replied, “but how did you know?”I gave her a very brief explanation of the ability to expand my consciousness, how my subconscious keeps track of what was happening around, only making me consciously aware of something unusual happening. I finished my explanation. Those perky nipples that got hard after I squeezed with my thumbs. Running my hands down her slightly big belly and grabbing her bum. Massaging those butt cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling them apart to reveal the hole in between.Rubbing my dick over the slits of her vagina as I stared deep into her innocent eyes. I knew that any moment we were going to engage into something unexpected, something forbidden; the sweet taboo. All I had to do was ask,“Amma I want to have sex with you..