Once before – the old Donna, and once after – the new Donna. You bought the second one. I love you. You love me. So what’s gonna cause your face...to look like that?”“Donna, my love, mother of my children,” I started, then realized that I thought she was the ONLY mother of my children. Okay, Bill, she loves you. So tell ‘er. “It appears I may have another daughter. I told you little about Angela. She was a lovely young lady, but not as smart as you. Worse, she was a redhead, and I have a certain. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I felt my fathers hand on my thigh. We were ( for lack of a better term) in a spooning position. I cant describe the feelings I felt as his hand caressed my upper thigh. He was slowly pressing himself against my ass. I could feel his semi-erect cock between the cheeks of my ass. I knew all of this was from a subconscious state on his part, but I didnt care. I felt my vaginal juices begin to flow. I began pressing my ass back onto him in desperation of. "Fuck, Rich, when you tried crowd-surfing off the stage last night" Charliewas saying, killing himself laughing. "I mean, what the fuck!". Everyonewas laughing along and Charlie was centre of attention as usual."So did you boys all sleep alright?" Dan asked to the four of us in ourroom. I figured he was mainly asking to check if I was ok though.Charlie answered quickest. "We're all getting on fucking famously dude,me, Pete, Fowls and fag".The four guys from the other room stopped and looked. Now, he had bills in his wallet and his checks would be good.His first stop was at a supermarket. He could cook only a few meals, fewer still that he’d want to share with as good a cook as Sylvia. Warming up canned franks and beans would keep the body alive, but it was likely to kill romance. Even worse would be serving canned spaghetti to someone who cooked such marvelous spaghetti herself.His grilled chicken breasts, however, would please her. And, coming home from teaching on a Friday, she’d.