This afternoon we’ll make some homemade apple pies and churn some homemade ice cream. Those are going to be two signature things we do here.”“Yo...’re a natural at this, Katy!” I said.“I’ve only been thinking about it since I was about fourteen. Remember, I told you I wanted to do something like this when we first met.”“I do remember. I suppose I’ll get started on the wood.”“Come with Daddy?” Birgit asked.“It’s a bit cold outside, Pumpkin, but you can come with me for a bit. Then you can come. . I understand. I'm.." I swallowed. My mouth felt so dry.Something in my brain said I was thirsty for dick. That made me blush. But made my next statement ring all the more true. "I'm your faggot.Your white faggot." Little bitch. I'd kill someone for talking to me like this. But youjust give in so fuckin' easy. It makes my cock hard the way you crumblefor me. The way I'm making you such a pussy," he gloated. I wonderedif he was stroking his cock while talking to me. I wanted him to. She beckoned me forward. I headed slowly up the walk and climbed the creaky porch. "I want to speak to the owner of the house," I said firmly, attempting to camoflage the slightest bit of fear. "Yes, he has been expecting you to visit," she said showed me inside. She led me into the front living room and was told to sit on the sofa. I could help myself from stealing glimpses at this very exotic looking woman who still had yet to identify herself. Although dressed in a traditional nurse's. My other newly pregnant brides and the rest started a research project on one of our remote desert properties. We rented a crop duster and repeatedly sprayed the soil of five hundred square acres with Tina's concoction. This was to be repeated every month for six months and after that a border of trees was to be planted.That was the obvious part. The unseen aspect was the fusion generator whose sole purpose was to generate hydrogen, mix it with oxygen, and use the resultant water to irrigate.