How is the misses?’ It was Dr. Sam Shatz, a visiting professor from the States. ‘Are your efforts bearing fruit?’ ‘Not yet. Honestly, if she d...esn’t conceive by December, I might give up and let you have a go,’ Patrick offered. Sam looked him directly in the eye. ‘I’m happily married. Besides, I will probably be back in India next semester to investigate the Nothapodytes nimmoniana again.’ ‘I was only joking.’ ‘Of course you were. I just wanted to make things clear. Anyway, there is a Montreal. When he returned to his bedroom and closed the door I got up and returned downstairs to the den.On Friday after work, I picked Gavin up at the museum and we went to Ikea and got a crib. We took it to the apartment and assembled it, which took a couple of hours. We were sweaty messes when we finished. We stripped right there in the living room and went into the bathroom and showered together.We went into the bedroom and pulled back the bed covers and got in the bed. We lay and talked and kissed. For a few moments I could not figure out what was going on. I walked into my moms bedroom and found them hugging. I could not be sure since it was evening and the lights were out in her room. My aunt was in her bra and a skirt with her t-shirt lifted up to expose her breasts encased in a sheer white bra. My mom blushed but I vanished from the room faster than a speeding bullet. I dismissed the incident out of my mind and continued ogling Aunt Amy's breasts.It was a shock to me when I started. I got a couple of envious looks, but why shouldn't I? I felt like "the man!"The two girls were in a playful mood; I was teased by them relentlessly, but it was in good spirits and I did get to hear about their last weekend in graphic detail. I had always thought of them as being quite sexually liberated by their chatter in the office, but I only knew a fraction of what they got up to: I certainly had a sexual education.The walk through the forest and down the hill was lovely. Although it was a.