Sex in the morning was a real rarity, but Jan made sure that we didn't miss out at night, whenever possible.But it turned out that it was just as well...we had enjoyed a passionate session last night, because that night she was wearing sensible cottontail panties to bed – a sure sign that sex was off the agenda for the next four days.Friday arrived and in between looking after our two darlings, I watched Jan getting dressed, not that there was much to that, because, apart from her very brief lacy. " He was quiet and I realized he was waiting."It was a great party. Thank you for hosting it." He nodded and before long I was telling him the whole story. I'd never told anyone about it—not all of it. But going from the party straight to the hayloft wouldn't have made any sense if I didn't tell him about growing up next door to Heaven. I was surprised that I could tell him everything without being too embarrassed or crying. His gentle laugh and little jokes encouraged me and sometimes he'd say. Still, make it plain that she’s a happily married woman letting another man breed her on her tape with her husband’s blessing. Sound like fun?” Sarah upped the ante a bit.I already planned to breed Vicki, but this might look like cuckolding to the audience. At least it would appear that way if they didn’t know the context, which they wouldn’t. It was amazing what a difference knowledge of the backstory could make here, but the absence caused a taboo thrill for some viewers.“It does sound like. I wanted to hold them and feel what they were like. And I wanted to see a boy's dick get hard, actually grow in length and width. It all seemed so odd and unusual.I hated how I was brought up.Then, this past summer, I was home from school when some friends of my parents came to visit along with their two children. They were rather younger that me, David or Davie as they called him, was thirteen and their little girl, Tiffany, was ten. I hadn't seen them for a number of years, they were just.