"Mr. Riley hired me." He did," Bonnie said skeptically, glowering at Terry's ridiculouslysexy outfit. "REALLY." Then, she rolled her eyes. "Wait. This...'Mr.Riley' that hired you...would he be the unkempt and disheveled one withthe ponytail?"Terry blinked. "I saw him more as a free-spirited Bohemian with boyishgood looks," he said. Then quickly added, "But, no! It was the other Mr.Riley that hired me. Dave? David, I think it was?"Bonnie stared at Terry incredulously, trying to reconcile. He was curious as to why I wasn't inclined to pass my genes on. As a Zambian male, being a father was the most important thing for a man. His culture, and his religion saw this as imperative; and so he was so intrigued that I didn't see things that way.In our many chats late at night, I learned that Omar had two wives, and that he had nine offspring between them. Multiple wives was something I'd heard of, of course. But I'd never known anyone who had such an arrangement, and I was naturally. My cock got so hard reading all this. We decided to see each other as soon as I got home from work. I didn't even go into my house. I knocked on Kyle's door. He was standing there with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I entered and Kyle led me to his bed. His parents weren't due for some time yet. He pulled the towel away. I got to see his dick for the first time. He was probably longer than me. His cock was on the thin side. I stripped out of my clothes and we got onto the bed. Kyle was. Mom giggled softly. "Just like the old times," she said. Dan picked his aunt up by her waist, making her gasp and squeal, and carried her to the sofa. He beckoned me to come sit. I went and sat on her other side. Mom and Dan were facing each other. He pulled Mom's legs over his, and she outstretched them with a sigh. He started massaging her knees. Mom leaned back on my chest, and I held her waist, running my fingers in small circles over the sides of her stomach. "So what do you want to do now.