Jessica may not want to marry at all, as long as she has her child, or children.”“Children?” Elizabeth squealed. “Sidra’s mum wants more chi...dren? Without being married?”Frances explained, “It happens, Elizabeth; it happens frequently that women have children without being married.”“But if Reg is going to be the children’s father – am I right, Sidra?”Sidra agreed, “That’s how I understand it, Liz.”Elizabeth went on, this time speaking to Frances, “In that case, why not just let Jessica marry. I returned thanks, making clear that we had deliberated at great length before embarking on the process that had now been fulfilled, telling him that it would take time before we could be absolutely sure that our long-term aim had been achieved. I added that I was confident that it would.Monique returned with coffee and we made small talk, unexpectedly unembarrassed in the light of all that gone before. The only further reference came as Nils was about to climb into his Porsche at the end of. Marianne was the only female there.Then she whispered in John’s ear and they laughed and he nodded. She took me into a bedroom at the back of the house and wrapped herself around me as much as a small person can. I was right: she was determined to grab some action while the going was good. She undressed without ceremony and lay on the bed, one leg bent at the knee and turned outwards, so I could see the little forest of pubic hair.I took my clothes off and joined her on the bed. I kissed her. Her mother was bronze skinned and shapely but her breasts barely filled up the palm of a man's hand. Her father had what was called a dad body but it was still not so bad that he could not hide it under a proper suit every day."I wish I could flip your mother over and shove my cock into her the way Jon does to you. How does it feel, Tiffany, to be the one getting proper sex in this household? I've seen your tear stricken face after Jon is really rough with you. I can only imagine the things.