Apparently, it had been a roaring success.Jack had always meant to take the dose that was in his refrigerator, but for some reason he had procrastinat...d -- figuring that waiting a day or so wouldn't be a problem.But when he had gone to work the next day, his lab was empty. Completely wiped clean. Notes, computers, lab equipment: All gone. Even the whiteboards were gone! Physically unbolted from the walls -- they were probably nothing but sawdust by now, he suspected.At first, Jack thought he. The evening might have gone all night if it wasn't for Dawn suddenly yawning into the back of her hand."I'm sorry, Rob. That was rude of me," she said embarrassed.He looked at the clock and saw it was late. "No, that's okay. We've been talking for longer than you might think." He pointed to the clock on the player and she exclaimed at the hour."I need to get home," she said reluctantly. "I'm going to be tired in the morning as it is."He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. She took it up a notch by. So I guess I'm the proud father of 8.Oh, you didn't know about Vicky? Surely you must remember her, the wannabe model who orgasmed right in front of the bar at Helen's first photo show. Well, she became part of our little menage. How and when, you ask? I guess I'll have to get busy and fill you in on all the details. And amazing details they are, too.Of my children, only Roberta has yet to make me a proud grandfather. And I'm not sure she ever will. Roberta has definitely shown a liking for. It felt even better than when she was sleeping in my room with me at home. I had gotten up to a good pace by the time her hips were fucking back at me. It would not have mattered one bit if she had seen anyone coming or not, the sound of us fucking was echoing off the hallway walls outside the room.She gave up on watching the door when she had her first orgasm. The door slammed shut as she was pulled her shirt off and trying to get out of her pants and panties. My hands were pulled up to her.