I zoomed in on the calendar and switch angles, boost the sound reception in the tiny spy microphone, what I see made me grin at first and then laugh l...udly.On the small calendar book, Anu circled her menstrual period and is now counting the date and time of her fertility. “It is close, so close, should I let Mr. Aamir know? No. No. What will he think of you? It is good to keep it a secret, it is a womanly matter and unworthy of his attention. But…what will happen if I am bred and become. It was fairly dark but I could see him sitting there, pants around his ankles, that big dick standing tall. Strip, he ordered as I moved closer. I wore only cargo shorts,polo shirt and flips so I was quickly nude. I crawled to him pressing my face into his crotch. For the next few minutes I concentrated on his big,hairy balls as he pulled me roughly into them. I took each big ball into my mouth sucking and pulling them with my lips. Yeah mother fucker, you're the cock sucker I been looking for,. The natural method was best. Our dreams rested in our children because they may be powerful enough to make a real difference. Hopes of finding anything really significant were slim until we had enough time and people to dig deeper into physics. This might be a blind alley. Our physics dealt with only three dimensions. We may have to un-learn some facts before we could go forward.On another topic, the Post had a large article on how a great many terminally ill children were making miraculous. Harry had met his future wife, Cynthia, while he was still at Sandhurst. The Sandhurst cadets, all young bloods, would motor up to London on a free weekend and hit the clubs. It was in Stringfellows, a regular haunt of Sloane Rangers, that he had met Cynthia and her two cousins, Abigail and Alice, who were twins but not identical. Harry embarked on a torrid, passionate sexual relationship with all three girls, not all together–although he did have three-in-a-bed sex with the twins, but Cynthia.