"I told her I sort of always knew this could happen, in the back of my mind. I never expected it to happen, and maybe I had been a blind idiot for not...expecting so, given my rather sordid history. But the thought had crossed my mind a few times, along with wonderings about how I would deal with the situation if it ever arose. That wasn't to say that I wouldn't have stuck around to be a good father if the girl had been, say, a random Tri-Delt I was only casual friends with. I liked to think of. A bit disappointed,but happy to have had a cock for the day,he leaves and I sit back and make sure I am presentable before I leave to go back to work. Suddenly the door opens again and another man enter's the end stall and sits down. He cough's a couple of times and then taps his foot. I tap mine back,he then says 'are you the one I talked to last night?" I was shocked,who did I just suck off? That wasn't you in here just a minute ago? He says "no it wasn't...did you start without me?" Yeah,I. , we had all slowed down a touch, and the guys were sitting around in a great bullshit session. There were 10 guys and only 2 women left. Vickie and the other wife, Peggy, were in the den having their own talk session. Of course, sex was a big topic and a short time into the conversation, Tom, Peggy’s husband, stated that he and Peggy had an “open” marriage and often “swapped.” He asked me if Vickie and I had ever swapped and I said “no,” right away. However, at that moment, the idea sounded. "Yes, just who are these girls, Patrick?" Pat's Mother, my Aunt Sara, asked."They're... !!" Pat started, but I interrupted him as my Mother had asked us first."Allow me Pat," I told him before turning to my Mother and my Aunt."Can we speak Gaelic? The young ladies don't speak English that well yet," I asked, before starting my answer in Gaelic. "These are the O'Connell Sisters and the O'Toole Sisters, our future wives," I told them to see shocked expressions appear on the faces of our Mothers.