. I have a wife. A child I've never met. We're nearing the end of the quest. One more piece of the sword, then we're off to reforge it and slay the dr...gon.”“And?” I asked, my stomach quivering. I hugged her tight. I wasn't letting go of her.“And the group will break apart. We will get back to our lives as best we can. I'll return to my forest. To my family.” She gave me a soft smile. “I have to. I have a daughter. I have responsibilities.”“What about me?” Tears beaded in my eyes.She stroked up. It was three weeks since I’d first fucked my 42-year-old Mom, and she’d taken the decision that the diaphragm and spermicide that had so far protected her from conceiving as a result of the sex parties was now insufficient.Doctor Carol had scheduled Mom’s tubal ligation op Wednesday morning; we all rode in to the hospital with her at seven to support her. She spent pretty much the whole journey bitching about not being allowed to eat or drink for twelve hours before the anesthetic, but she was. "I'm not a religious person, but I cast my eyes heavenward with heartfelt thanks--and then made a moving plan on the spur of the moment. I was going to need the boys' help to lug furniture around, which would mean it would have to be during their Christmas break from school. December 27, I decided, would be my moving day."It would work best for me if I could move in on the twenty-seventh," I said. "Would that be okay with you?" I'll see you then," she said.Christmas with the boys was drearier. She nodded, "Oh. I still wish you would, though."She slowly slid me out, frowning when I wasn't inside her anymore."What's wrong?" Leigh asked, concerned.'Nothing," Lacey sighed, "I just feel a little empty without daddy inside me, that's all."I got up and wiped myself off, and Leigh waited for me. "I still want it," she said, but she seemed scared. I asked her to lay on her back for me.She obeyed, and I climbed back on the bed, suspending myself above her. "I'll try to be gentle, okay?" I.