"Yes, he has agreed to share me with you. He knows it is the only way." Oh my God," Thomas said excitedly. "Does that mean ... that we can ... that I ...an... ?"Grace interrupted saying, "It means that you can fuck me and that you can make me pregnant as many times as you want." Grace couldn't believe she was saying those words. She was telling her son he could fuck her and that she would have his babies. Her head began to spin with the implications of all this."I can't believe it. Why did he. "As David always says," she said dismissively, "You do repay us; you pay David very well for the work he does, and you looked after him when he had some trouble a few years ago. You were always a good friend to us."I didn't remember what I'd done, but I wasn't going to pursue it at that moment. I turned my attention to unpacking my case and having a shower. I exited the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel round my waist just as Viv came out of the living area."Allan ... Oh you're out. I was. I doubt anyone in the clinical world would ever accept a sexual festish as therapy. Maybe some would, but I don't think it'd be publicized lol. Anyway, I've been texting and chatting with an online friend of mine for the better part of ten years, we never met but we've shared a lot. We met online in City of Villains, a spin-off of a now defunct game called City of Heroes. We bounced around from game to game settling on World of Warcraft for a while, but we rarely leveled up since all we did was. The pub was calling last drinks so he asked if I had any plans and I said no only to go back home to a cold band he asked if I would like to go back to his house to have some more drinks and of course that is what I wanted the whole time so I agreed. When we was back at his house we sat on the couch he turned on some TV show that none of us was paying attention to and we had a few more drinks after about 10 minutes I lent over and kissed him and to my surprise he grabbed me and passed me back.