James's name didn't come up, except when I asked Deanna if James was the father." Hoo boy! Grace is going to... I don't know what she'll do." I heard ...he sound of the garage door going up. "But we'll soon know," I added with trepidation."What?" Grace looked like I'd just struck her with a smith's hammer."Deanna's pregnant," I said, repeating myself.Mary jumped into the conversation and filled Grace in on what Mary knew."Does James know?" Grace asked."That was my assumption," Mary said. "But...". I rememberon this occasion that he sat back in his armchair and got Ray to straddle him, he then reached for some baby oil he had on the small table next to the chair, rubbed the oil between his fingers and smeared it all around Rays bum and gently fingered him. I could see Ray look over his shoulder and grin at me as Father Leon rubbed the rest of the oil onto his cock which he then started to push it into Ray. I was amazed at how easily it went in and even more surprised at how Ray took it.. She then moved to Beth and did the same with Beth. The three of us got out of bed and cleaned up. Beth went to work while Heather and I dressed to shop for another car.Heather asked, “What do you want?”“I really don’t know. I figure something smaller but with room for all three of us and some storage. It should probably be cheap because being towed behind an RV is not good for any vehicle.”“How about something Japanese or Korean?”“Works for me. Let’s go.”We left and the first dealership selling. I wished to talk to her but that was no way possible. Also, she never looked like talking to anyone. Slowly I became habitual to see her in morning, evening, whenever possible.I wanted to know her name so that at least I can dream her but that was also not possible. My wife is little narrow-minded & she always thinks that why should we talk to anyone if someone is not talking. So 4-5 months went on like this. Then one day I got a chance to talk to her husband. Her son had got an injury while.