Again, our movements were determined, steady, and full of meaning. As he worked into me, we kissed with more passion than I had ever felt. His fingers...dealt pleasure on my breasts. My nipples ached from all the stimulation and I wanted more. ‘Glen,’ I sighed elongating his name. There was more I wanted to say but words paled to what I was thinking. He answered in similar fashion. We drifted into a more prone position on the sofa. The feel of his weight on me and my submission to it was beyond. Daphne said nothing, just stared at her aunt and waited to see what would happen.So, what are you two girls up to in here?” asked Rosalind, not successfully suppressing a rather catty tenor in her voice.“Nothing, Mommy, just talking is all,” Megan lied.Rosalind glanced at Daphne, then stared at her daughter’s fretting face.“Talking, my ass, I saw you two little sluts in here, feeling up each other’s cunts and tits.”Megan gasped, and Daphne turned a little red, but still she said nothing. She. All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. Prologue ‘You can’t be serious’, gasped Ernest, as he stared at his wife in utter disbelief. ‘You can’t mean what you just said! For nearly thirty years, I thought I’d…’ He exchanged a dubious glance with Frank, his twin brother sitting across the table. Except for the four of them, the patio was deserted. All of the other lodge guests had gone inside, most to bed, but some to play. Valerie woke up the next morning sick to her stomach. She knew right away what it saw. She was pregnant. After the purging of what was left in her stomach stopped, she returned to bed and spooned her husband. She had mixed emotions about this sudden event. In one way, she was happy. In another, she was afraid. Afraid of him not wanting her after she broke the news. She wanted children and being in her thirties, she knew she didn't have much time to give him too many kids to raise. She hoped for.