"Oh yes, all the time," she grinned, "Every day in fact," she added lustfully, "and I too enjoy it when he does, I love seeing his creamy sperm splatt...ring against my clothing, especially if I am wearing something dark in color."I felt my cock suddenly harden even more if that were possible, allowing the material I had been stroking myself with to fall off to one side, now allowing her to see my hard swollen prick in all its majestic glory."You have a very nice hard stiff prick," she said in. I sat up, yawning, kissed your cheek and went downstairs so as to not wake you. Not too long after, you joined me. I was sitting on the countertop, eating cereal, a personal favorite. I directed you toward the coffee, and other morning associations. Instead though you came, stood in front of me, and pulled me toward you. I smiled, and put down the bowl, then threw my arms around your neck, and let my legs, sway gently across yours. We kissed, and you pulled me closer, holding me tight. I slowly. ’ She hung up. I picked up one of my pillows and hurled it to the other end of the room, as it would leave my arms free to carry bedding. I picked up some of the spare blankets and carried them with me to the air-mailed pillow by the couch. A shadow crossed the curtains covering the sliding glass door that served as my own private entrance and exit. I pulled the curtain back to find Danielle waiting for me with a very large duffle bag. She was indeed desperate if she had hauled that thing with. After about 6 months, I started to get nauseous each morning. I realized that I was pregnant with Pa’s baby. When I told him, he was so proud, both of me and of himself. After all, he was only 54 and still a virile man, He treasured me right through the pregnancy and was with me at the birthing of our beautiful baby son. We named him Ethan, which was Pa’s second name. When I went home from hospital, Pa couldn’t do enough for me. He would get up and bring Ethan to me whenever he cried at night.