Her pussy had only gotten so sloppy recently and Clay couldn't figure it out. He didn't like to mention it to her, either. She might feel insulted.She...could have told him why her cunt had gotten so loose, in fact. But there was no way that she was going to.Clay was thinking about going into the barn and pumping his spunk into the hay, but then he had a better idea.He would sneak up to the girl's room and see if he could find a bra or panties or some other intimate undergarment into which he. . inject some humor into the situation. It had worked for him before.What happened then was almost scary, from Bobby’s viewpoint. He had almost come to grips with the whole bizarre situation. He still didn’t understand why they were naked, but he knew why they were there. They were lobbying for Constance. It was sweet, but they hadn’t heard her tone of voice ... hadn’t heard that door slam ... hadn’t waited for her to say something, or do something. He had made the same mistake that most men. I moved my hand to her breasts and penetrated her. I looked at the clock. We only had half an hour until school started so I began fucking her quickly. I came shortly thereafter and immediately walked to the shower.I finished showering, toweled off, and put on a pair of board shorts. We would be leaving for the beach directly from school. I walked back to the bedroom and grabbed a t-shirt. Debbie looked up at me; she was still naked."Where'd you get those scars?" Skiing accident." They were. There were four wails, each louder and higher pitched than the last.Belle said, “Good.” She held the baby up by his ankles. It was turned so that Marjorie’s could clearly see that they were his ankles. Belle swatted him, and he cried a tiny sound in comparison with those his mother had made at the end. “You aren’t quite done, Dear. Push two more times to get rid of the afterbirth. Then I’ll put him to your teat, and you can both get some sleep ... Good.”Belle took a tiny knife from somewhere on.