One thing Flynn could give me was children. Nine beautiful red-headed girls. I didn’t use birth control, so I got pregnant on our honeymoon. My firs... baby, Aileen, was born when I was still fourteen, number two, Brigid, at sixteen, number three, Cara, at eighteen, number four, Cathleen, at twenty, number five, Dana, at twenty-two, number six, Erin, at twenty-four, number seven, Neasa, at twenty-six, number eight, Nora, at twenty-eight, and number nine, Shannon, when I was thirty. My age wasn’t. When we got home we rang Jane and asked her if she would like to run her own pub, it took a while to explain everything to her, but eventually she agreed to come over the following morning to discuss things with us,"The twins are missing you two already" she added, "This might be just the thing for everyone"Cassie beside me on the sofa, was listening and smiled delightedly,"Time to celebrate" she whispered as she stood up and slipped out of her panties, my penis was already erect just from. Her little wiggle movements increased to a provocative dance as his hands covered the perky, rounded curves of her bottom. He squeezed down. His fingers firmly dug into the fleshy demiglobes, kneading her silken buttocks as he had fondled the moldable mounds of her young, proud breasts.For several minutes they clung to each other, their tongues darting and exploring the now familiar interiors of their mouths. Their hands squeezed and urged. Their bodies pressed together with a sensual. We still want each other just as much - and as often - as we did at eighteen.When we have recovered a little and are holding each other close I say to Erik. "This afternoon YOUR daughter told me why they go to their grandparents each time you're coming back." Oh, just what did she say?"I tell him the whole conversation, bringing a laugh and a tight hug. Then I add, "And you'll never guess what she wants for her birthday."He doesn't even try to guess and I tell him about the vibrator. He smiles.