He was my bitch. Brian's timing was perfect as his black Towncar came curbside. I opened the back door, pushed Glenn in, and went around and got in ...he back also, but from the other side. Brian's friend Leroy (yes, Leroy-I shit you not!) was in the middle with me and Glenn on either side.Leroy offered each of us an already smoking bong and we each took a huge hit and coughed. We were already buzzing with alcohol and for me you know this was the perfect addition. Then, without a word I. .exhilaration...at the thought of being the biological father of Mara's baby, rather than Tomas. It wasn't that Omar disliked Tomas for that, though he couldn't fully comprehend his disinclination to making Mara pregnant himself. But, he didn't waste a great deal of time and energy worrying about that, one way or the other.How many times had Omar had sex with Mara? He tried to count up the number, and decided that it had to have been nearly (if not exactly) a dozen times in all.The first time. It felt so much better. I sighed loudly as my body responded in the only way it knew; lubricating for all it was worth. I moaned my increasing pleasure into the still air of the changing room, the older woman in the mirror writhing against the young strong male body behind her, feeling her skinny body all over.“Will...” I began to protest but there was no conviction in my voice.“Shhhh!” he hissed in my ear.“But...”“Shhhh! It’s okay!”I knew it wasn’t okay; it was anything but okay but resistance. One o’clock!“Thanks Des, see you next term. ‘Bye!”The door shut, the hall light went on, and then footsteps passed into the living room. They stopped. A muffled exclamation, and she came back to the bedroom, casting light into the room from the hallway. She stood in the doorway.She was wearing her ‘going out’ dress, the short black mini dress. There was a necklace and earrings. Her hair was a little untidy.“Graham?” she ventured. “When–?”“About seven.” I said.“We waited–”“We?”“Well yes, Daddy.