I tell you what, just give us a flash of your panties.’ He watched the effect of his words and then added. ‘Just lean back in the chair and pull y...ur skirt up a bit.’ She looked nervously at me and then leaned back in her armchair. ‘That’s a good girl. Now pull up your skirt.’She slowly pulled it up and I was delighted to see that she was wearing black self-supporting stockings. Not something most young girls wear on a Saturday morning. Then the skirt went higher until just the smallest patch. "Aren't..aren't you happy, Shirlie?" I asked."Well, that rather depends on you," she replied, her voice softeningsomewhat in response to my happiness and relief.Then it dawned on me. Shirlie had not had sex with anyone other thanme for some time. We'd never used contraception as she'd been toldearly on in her marriage to her now deceased husband that she couldn'tcarry a child. That meant that the baby would be mine, I was thefather."You..you mean the baby is mine? I'm going to be a father?". I was going to sleep with Sam in a tent, my parents in another, my uncle and aunt in their own, and my cousin in his own.I was sitting next to Sam as we were all around the campfire. She would just not stop talking about Brett, and how he was so hot. I'll be honest though, I was starting to see it, as I just kept staring at him only to look away when he looked at me. He was twenty-one, 6'4”, had dark brown hair, green eyes, and was muscular, due to playing football. Definitely the type of guy I. I used to be so proud of knowing the numbers, but now the joy and erotic feeling was gone. I had surpassed my mom, I knew for sure, but not by much. She had been very inactive in film and was mostly sleeping with the same men all of the time, while I was being fucked by thousands of different men every few months. I was now just filming sporadically and it worked out well when I got word from me and Mikey’s daughter, Denise. She had gotten into some kind of trouble at school and had requested.