Yes, it sounded just as silly to me when I said it to myself as it did when I wrote it just now.His eyes made me want to surrender to him. “You’re...wearing that same skirt, aren’t you? Paradise.” He smiled again and let his tongue run across his lips ever so slightly. I am actually quite fond of that tongue.Damn him! Why does he have to be so perfect?Rather than end it right then and there, I found myself gleefully sitting down beside him and his bimbo. The bimbo’s name was Sylva and she was. I grabbed Hanna's overnight bag and we were off.I confess I wasn't sure we'd make it in time, but Hanna was still having five-minute contractions when we reached the hospital. Wheeling into the maternity entrance, I managed to grab a nurse who put her in a wheelchair and took charge-leaving me to park the car.Hanna, her superb body performing at superior levels always, delivered our daughter just as I arrived in the delivery room.We'd already decided on names, though we'd asked not to be told. The increased energy was directed at the need for increased sexual activity. Claire and Jenny just loved having a very spankable bare bottom across their laps and were turned on by the sensation of control they had over their naughty daughters, but they were comfortable now. knowing their increased sexual desires were, as all those years ago, actually directed at their closest and best friend.So, as Claire and Jenny brought each other to orgasm after orgasm, they knew this could happen every. At first Sam and I are moving in and out together, one in each of Nicole's holes, but soon we're moving in syncopation. I wish Sam could see her face... ecstasy makes her look positively angelic. Or demonic. In any case divine. Then I glance at his eyes, which are fixed on something just above eye level. I turn my head and see there's a mirror on the wall... He IS seeing her face. "I'm about to cum" I say, between heavy breaths. "Pull out for a sec," Nicole says. I do. She climbs off of Sam.