As I rounded the back of the house I saw my parents walking up the road. To top it off, they didn’t seem very drunk. I guess my plans would have...to wait.I quickly entered the cabin through the back door and went in to my room. My sister was already in bed with her back to me and I thought about waking her up when I heard the door open and heard my parent’s voice. I quickly kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt and ducked under the covers. My mom opened the door as I rolled over.. ‘Mmm, so warm, I don’t want this to end.’ Jason was about half awake. He rubbed her hips beneath the white cotton t-shirt she had nicked off of him. He smiled at her groggily, even after just waking up she was beautiful, the brown hair dangling around her face. He started to move his hand over her body, over her slightly swollen stomach where heir baby was growing and down slowly between her legs. ‘Mmm, Jason that feels good…,’ she closed her eyes as he explored her. Then as she often did with. We went down to the south east coast of England and booked into a hotel while we looked round for a suitable property.Over dinner that evening in the hotel, we discussed our plans for the future, I was wearing a little white mini skirt that showed a lot of leg when I sat down, Terry told me I looked good and I certainly felt it, he laid a hand on my thigh and toyed with the hem of my skirt while we talked, we decided to visit the registry office in the town where we were just to check for any. " She smiled briefly and said, "From our perspective, it all turned out for the best."I smiled back and said, "I guess you're right." I looked around the shop at all of the various items of African art and culture, then asked, "Have you ever been there, Billie?"Her eyes grew dreamy. "Oh, yes! I took a vacation there four years ago, and traveled from Senegal and Gambia all the way down to the Congo, then across to Kenya. It was the trip of a lifetime for me. I cried when I took my first steps.