I gave her patience, kindness, and time to compose herself before plunging ahead.When she knew I was listening, she said, "I suspected it three months...ago, but I've known for over a month. So close to having Millie, you can't really see the baby weight, yet." She was stalling, trying to gird herself for what was to come."It happened after we moved into the new house. I was vacillating between depression and anxiety. It was like living in a BINGO machine, bouncing around, from day to day, like. Dragging him into some bushes I tied him up then returned to peer inthrough the cabin window. Inside, Ryan and Duffy were gagged and tied tochairs. Facing them were von Traeger and a man wearing a familiar yellowhood - but it couldn't be him. The original Yellow Hood was Philip White,an airplane manufacturer, who I'd unmasked back in March. A worryingnumber of industrialists and other wealthy Americans had expressedadmiration for Hitler in the 1930s, but White's sympathies had extended. Naturally she fed the boy on ‘draught’ rather than ‘bottled’, and sometimes, Tommy or I (or both of us) were invited to finish draining her if Jack fell asleep before he’d finished the job. She enjoyed drinking our ‘cream’, too, in the weeks after giving birth, when her cunt was too stretched and tender for her to fuck Tommy and me properly.Fortunately, Karen was doing an excellent job of taking care of us men-folk. She’d stopped wearing underclothes round the house, just a light sun-dress, so. Her legs locked behind me and her middle ground against mine. I continued pressing down against her, forcing myself into her as deep as I could. ‘Yiiiii!’ Ann cried, and her body went wild, ‘Gahh! Oh! Take me! Take me now! I’m coming! My God! I’m coming!’ I felt her vagina begin rippling, then the head of steam I had built up exploded. Groaning almost as loud as she was, I exploded, filling her with gushing gobs and gobs of my steamy pearlescent fluids. Afterward Ann lay in my arms and kissed.