“Well, are you hoping for a boy or girl?” Jeanette asked.“Well, your dad already has a girl, so I guess a boy,” I replied.“I have a daughter...already?” John asked.“Smart ass,” Jeanette replied.“But are you sure you are gonna be OK with this? I didn't mean to steal your best friend,” John said.“I'll be OK dad. I'm a little ticked, but I'll get over it eventually,” Jeanette replied.Well that was better than her just being completely pissed off. But the fact that I was pregnant had a bigger impact. He was hot and read to go when we walked down the steep cliff to the beach. There were more people that I expected, including many couples. We found a nice spot about 20 feet away from some other couples and a couple of singles. The beach is kind of an unofficial nude beach so some are topless, some nude and some clothed, in addition the beach is used by joggers and tourists walking the beach. Some gawking by some single men, but generally a friendly place. Most go in and out of the water, walk. It wasn’t much of a ranch anymore. Uncle Clyde sold off most of his a****ls after his accident, so all I had to do was feed a few goats and sheep, throw some corn down for the chickens, and feed and brush Romeo, my uncle’s pet pony. When I entered the barn, the first thing I noticed was the huge tropical fish tank in the middle of the barn floor. It was mesmerizing to watch all the colorful fish swimming around. There must have been hundreds of them. Uncle Clyde claimed the fish tank. That thought was almost too much.I rode the pain as it subsided. I visualized myself spread-eagled and bound, my pussy slick and wet, my nipples hard and clamped. The images in my head turned me on more than anything ever had.Pressure against my cunt - I couldn't call it my slit or my pussy, not in this situation. It's my cunt, and it was hot and wet and throbbing with desire.A finger parted my sticky wet folds. Quickly another finger was added, and I was slowly opened up. Warm breath coated my.