The intruder had definitely been a man or a muscular and hefty woman.Dave wondered if anybody got a good night’s sleep. The next morning there was a...record turnout for breakfast. The morning chef, used to a modest turnout was inundated. Bobbie showed up to help and some of the other kitchen volunteers that worked in the evenings joined in. The result was a large and well-attended breakfast for everyone.The talk of the breakfast tables concerned the intruder at Owen’s house. Two detectives. We're planning on them, right?" One or two. It's more work for you than me until they're a few months old." Right. And we're not living here forever." I hope not." Okay. I propose we invest a large chunk of whatever cash there is into real estate. Specifically, a large enough house or condo to accommodate us and two children. That's four or five bedrooms." That makes sense." No matter what we invest in, we'll have to pay. Property won't be taxed until we sell." Right." Fine. Now another topic.. Through the fog and the mist of the dream, she came closer, her breasts full, her hands tracing the outlines of her body. Our mouths met in the mist, tongues exploring, softly, deeply, lips touching, bodies caressing. Two souls exploring, mingling, becoming one. Her hands caress as do mine, at once gentle and firm. Offering and taking, on a cloud of mist, we join together, coupling, fusing, entering. We dance as one. Our sleepy breathing increases. Chests heave softly in sleep, bodies move in. “Who said you could play with Daddy’s pussy?” he shouted as his hand made contact again, the sound of the smack echoing through the room. “No one,” I answered as I let out a half-sob, half-sigh. “Who gets to touch Daddy’s pussy?” he said as he brought his hand down once again, my ass stinging by now. “You,” I answered as I felt his hardness press against my stomach as he started a continuous motion. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. “Who?” he shouted again as he slaps to my ass became even harder and I knew.