I knocked, but after a few moments of nothing, let myself in. The room was a smallish twin, but furnished in much the same style as the suite that Tom...and I occupied. The window opened onto a small, rather dusty courtyard, so the room appeared quite dark, but someone had left fresh flowers on one table which gave it a friendly, homey sort of feel. On a second table stood an ice bucket, a bottle of Prosecco, and some glasses. On the bed lay a black scarf. In the few minutes I had alone, I opened. Unfortunately for him, she did see the truth just then, and he could no longer hide his despair.“I thought you’d be happy.”“I’m just surprised, that’s all. I thought you were taking your pills. Did you stop taking them for some reason? Well? Did you?”“I wanted a child. We were drifting apart. We never talk anymore.”“So you stopped taking them and didn’t tell me about it?”“I didn’t know it would be such a burden on you. I thought you wanted children.”“Eventually I do, but why didn’t you tell me. Besides, they all had their mother's perfect nose and their father's flared top ears, or else Cilla might've believed she was the mailman's brat!Thier parents must've thought they deserved a break after bringing up four kids to adolescence because they went out together all the time, leaving Tim in charge. Too bad they hadn't checked 'certain' barometers (or didn't they care?) to determine how far along their children's sexual awareness 'curve' they had already traveled!Cilla had the hardest. Jack stood up and pulled off his shirt and pants. climbing up on top of the bed behind Katie's bared ass, he got in position to impale her with his hard cock."Hold on there, cowboy." May said, slipping a small plastic bottle from her pocket. Jack only stared as she opened it and squirted some into her hand. Before he could say anything she leaned forward and wrapped her hand around his dick. The liquid was cool, but incredibly slick. Katie turned her head to look at Jack,"I want to try.