Seven Kurtis speaking at once with such power in their voices. My pussy melted.“Yes, Ma ... Yes, my sexy son,” I moaned.I knew they weren’t Kurt...s, but they had his mannerism perfectly. His scent. I grabbed two of the cocks, stroking them in my hand. I pumped up and down them. They felt identical to his. The same thickness. Length. The same texture and feel of his crown. The precum spilled out over my stroking hand. I shuddered, my large breasts jiggling.I leaned forward and sucked on Kurtis’s. I was still pressed tightly against the full length of her body as we lay there spooned against each other. After about twenty minutes, she finally stopped shivering so much but told me to keep holding her. I was still running my hand up and down her front and I noticed that every time my hand passed over her tits, her nipples were still as hard as rocks. Several times she twitched as my spread fingers rippled over them. A couple of times my hand accidentally went a little too low on her belly. "And I should have asked before this," Nick replies. "Unfortunately the event has happened without permission. I have made you pregnant." Are you certain?" Not completely. I will be soon." Any problem with that, husband?" Not a bit, wife. He or she would have to be a mighty creature." Not necessarily," says Nick, "although with you as its mother, I believe the child will be formidable." And you, Salomé?" Paol asks."I cannot have children. My task is to encourage great men and women to be their. Ever since 1839 a group of us had had a church picnic to celebrate completing our confirmation class under the very stern and no nonsense Reverend MacYork. This year eight had said that they would attend – Janet and her husband Greg, Jim and his wife Karen, Tricia, Jane, Lowell, and myself James. Arriving back from changing out of my church clothes after today’s church service I saw that Jane and Tricia were already there. Jane had always dressed in pants and a loose shirt when she came to.