Was that really her face? It looked like the face of someone who had just run a marathon. ‘Are you OK in there? I’ve put the tea beside the bed.�... ‘Thanks,’ she said. ‘Yeah, I’m OK.’ And then she added: ‘I don’t suppose you happen to know where my clothes are?’ ‘On the chair by the window.’ ‘Thanks. And my bag?’ ‘On the floor beside the chair.’ Suzanne showered. Quickly. And then, after firmly closing the bedroom door, she dressed in the clothes she had been wearing the previous evening. No. " And I would take them up in your place, and the world around me would become a very safe place for my wife, mother of our children, and the children she gave me." I said, kissing the top of her head.Motherhood, fatherhood, somedays and maybes, they all had to wait until the Dragons, the Spirits and Fate had finished with us.We met Margin Menidar for tea at mid-morning the following day. He looked more like an old wagon master than a scholar. He had the barrel chest and tree trunk arms I'd. Let's just imagine that this impregnation is taking place between a young woman of about 18-20 years old and a man of similar age or possibly a few years older. Whether or not this horny and sexy young couple are planning for their sexual liaison to result in conception is immaterial to our story -- they're going to fuck and it's going to result in her, we'll call her Mary, getting knocked up with a baby.Mary's a very cute and very sexy young woman and she's got a rather nicely shaped figure,. God, if only Mrs. Livingston would do that to her. That very thought pushed her over the edge. Her body tensed as she balanced precariously on the brink of ecstasy before taking the plunge and thrashing uncontrollably, unaware that she’d called out Eden’s name over and over as she exploded with uncontainable passion. oOo This time, Eden hadn’t fled the scene. She’d been transfixed watching Lizzy fuck herself with her favorite toy, leaking all over the side of the bed that she usually slept on..