I left little telltales around and never found one disturbed. By you, anyway. Mom had no problem searching my room any time she wanted. I hid things f...om her, not you. You couldn't ground me or take away my license. You couldn't spank me either," she said, snickering, "although I bet you'd like to sometimes."I stared at the phone again. My sister'd been abducted by aliens."Thank God, she never found what I'm about to tell you about now."She was quiet a moment and I realized she was. "I'd like to introduce my daughter, Carly."There was a long moment of almost complete silence, and then a voice called out "No way, Sarge."That started conversations going again, some going back to what they had been talking about, and many starting a new thread of discussion. A man who carried himself different, somehow, came over and stood looking back and forth between Carly and her father."I knew you had a daughter, Sergeant, but I thought she was like ten or something." I'm not ten," said. The stalk pulses three quick little pulses. I tap it again, it flutters, Melanie's voice makes a little 'ah!' and she laughs breathily.I begin tap-tap-tapping at the celery, then I tap against it's end into her cunt 'tap'....'tap'. I gently hold it in place and increase my circling speed on her clitoris with my other hand. I look to Melanie, her eyelids are fluttering.She licks her lips and soncentrates.I sit up and pay attention to her cunt's bubbling internal rythm as though I am creating. "Ohh give me a child Scotsman, I am still fertile to bear a child once more! Give me one. A strong boy from your loins," she gasped, wrapping her legs around his back, interlocking her ankles."I'll give you a child, English matron, a healthy Scotsman in your womb." Bartand said lifting her legs so she laid fully on her back, and her legs were fully straight in the air, her big bottom angled in the air for his cock.He continued to slam into her wet now gushing vagina, pounding her.