Her children, if they actually were hers, seemed well-behaved. Of course, appearances can sometimes be quite deceiving to clueless strangers. It looke... to Sam like the other woman were shunning the attractive mature woman in leather and he opined it was probably because she was on her own and they were a mite bit concerned about the restlessness of their own mates when it came to getting skittish around unattached female private parts. Sam came to the conclusion that the children were not hers. And, that baby was the one I'd fathered with Mandy. She hadn't let me know she'd gone off of her birth control, and I'd fucked her totally unprotected and then after several months of not seeing Mandy, she'd shown up for lunch and there she had the biggest swollen pregnant belly I'd ever seen. Mandy was a big girl, blessed with sexy big round D-cup tits and she was a big-boned woman, but now Mandy was really big in the belly as her unborn child grew day after day. Her child and mine. I wondered. "Let me finish up this dough, then, and I'll make you a cheese omelet."Kissing my cheek, she wandered into the family room and switched on the television. A moment later, I heard Mr. Rogers singing his opening song. Melody sang along with him, and as I mixed the chips into the dough, I could hear her talking to him, apparently responding to whatever he was saying.I fixed buttered toast to go with the omelet and poured a glass of orange juice to go with the food that I had placed on one of the. And you did it for nothing. This time you'll be getting something for it."I need to give a little background here. Maggie used to be the town punchboard before I married her. I don't think there was a male in town between the ages of fifteen and fifty that hadn't dipped their wick in Maggie's puddle. Why had I married her? Because she got pregnant and told her folks it was mine. Her folks went to my folks and the next thing I knew I was the guest of honor at a shotgun wedding. Surprisingly.