My sleep was blissful, surprising as I was so excited and a little nervous.The next morning I arose early and showered. Having moisturised my face and...legs and powdered my body I was ready to dress. I had chosen an outfit suitable for a 30 year old woman working in an antique shop, a short-sleeved mid calf length, flared Laura Ashley print, front-buttoned dress with a delicate flower pattern, over which I would wear a long cotton and wool mix unfastened beige jacket. On an impulse I decided. "It certainly was. Let's try the food." They had a euro. Have you ever tried any?" No. But I've eaten mashed green ants. I'm a field anthropologist. If someone eats it, I'll try it." I found that out last night." Cheeky!" You bet," and I squeezed one of her cheeks. "Not much meat there." Carol!" Yes, Gordy?" Can we make this woman bigger?" She gotta make babies. Mebbe two three babies." I guess we'd better practice."Carol roared. I now held a crimson professor by the hand."I took off my. “Everything is all right. It will be great if dadu comes forward to helping you out. But he is now 76, or on his way to be an octogenarian in a few years. Can he now procreate a c***d in your womb? I commented.She laughed, and said, “I have full confidence in him. There are so many cases, I heard, in which a septuagenarian or octogenarian man fathered c***dren. Why don’t we try him out? I agreed. “But Ani, We have to manipulate it in such way that he cannot make out our ulterior plan or. "Turn around and put your head on the bed and put your hands behind your head." He obeyed, his eyes frightened. The boy was now bent over at the waist, his head on the bed leaving his buttocks high in the air. I played with the flesh of his bottom carefully, slowly, listening to the screams and shouts of battle outside. No one would hear. The blows of the paddle blended seamlessly with the sounds of the gunshots. I paddled the boy hard, very hard. He groaned and cried desperately, but.