" You wouldn't mind raising someone else's child?" I think I could find a way to live with it. I don't think a lot of guys would, but I don't think it...would matter that much to me in the long run." Good for you, Honey. That's a really mature place to be. But there's..." I care about Paige, Mom," Stephen interrupted. "Maybe I should call and talk to her." Stephen, there's something else I..." What do you think, Mom?" he said, interrupting again." Stephen, pay attention. There's something I need. It speeds up a bit, but not too much--this is real life.)When we got back, I dropped off my stuff at my place, and went to lab. Mostly to check e-mail and flip through a few websites. As it turned out, I noticed that Liz had also come in--she worked in the lab adjoining mine--to pick up a few papers she needed to read, I found out later. So, it seemed only natural for me to stop in and say hi.We ended up staying and talking for hours. Not about anything of real consequence or the typical. It had rained overnight, cleansing the air of its usual pollution and dust. With a very slight wind, it promised to be the kind of day that most people think of as ideal. Juanita ordered a pot of tea and the two women chatted quietly."How am I going to be able to handle this, Juanita? How am I going to be able to go home such a changed woman without telling my husband that I have been lay on my back in bed with strangers since I arrived here? I doubt very much if he would understand or. Still unsure what to do he reached out with hishand and started rubbing away at the cum stains on top, but his Auntslapped his hands away."Use your mouth sissy-boy." She ordered and taking him by the back ofthe head, she pulled his face down until his lips made contact with thecum smeared nylon. Cammy hesitantly started to suck on the wet spot andtasted his own semen on the tip of his tongue."That's it Panty Slave," his Aunt said in a low husky voice. "Onceyou're done licking that up we're.