" Paul...please." Sucking my cock while you nurse our baby Robin." Stop please." The truth then...right now."In a whisper she finally answered. "Terr... and I didn't have sex until two weeks after you...you and I...did it." Fucked. I fucked you slut." God...yes...after we fucked. It's yours. I'm carrying your baby. You knocked me up with a bastard. You made my husband and your best friend the ultimate cuckold. I think about you when I play with myself, and while Terry fucks me. You're a. June served him this time."Flint wants to see you," June said as she set a mug in front of him. "Something about meeting the security-room guards." She sighed. "You warned me this would happen, David, and it has. I need help."David grinned. "A baker, right?" Yeah."He frowned. "Aren't bakers specialized? How much help would a baker be for you?"June gave him a look that told him he wasn't very bright and said, "Any baker you hire will peel potatoes or whatever I want her to do, or she won't get a. She didn’t reply, and that was good. That was real good. I knew she had a dozen questions about what happened, but so did I, and I think she knew that. Marriage is a sort of telepathy, and I think she knew that I didn’t have a clue what had just gone on in that storm. Just as I knew, simply by the crease in her brow, that she wanted nothing more than to be as far away from this place as possible. I called Jenny’s mother and asked her to keep the baby for the night. I’m not sure why I didn’t. He whispered the name “Greta” under his breath each time he spurted into the pretty girls submitting to his will with obvious delight. He hoped neither of them could hear his almost silent word at that moment of truth. *Greta finished her chores and made her way to the small bed in the loft. She slept up in the loft and her brother slept in the rear of the large one room hut. It was better that way because they had fallen into a routine of humping with the blanket between them when they shared.