But I hadn’t paid a whit of attention to them as anything that had any connection to me. Now, my body yearned to do the things that made babies, and...my mind, not ready to contemplate the full responsibilities involved in that process, glommed onto the idea with an innocence that today, just leaves me speechless.But the fact was, as I backed away from that hedge, where my father was doing his best to make a baby in Aunt Prudence’s womb, I wanted somebody to make a baby in my womb too. The worst. Handing it to the girl I asked if she would take a picture of us both – which she duly did. Then I moved down the bar a little way to take one of Sarah. She turned on her stool to face me, glanced swiftly around and then parted her thighs. She had already undone the last button while we were waiting for our drinks and I quickly took the shot, followed by a couple more – one of which was zoomed in on her cunt – before she turned back to face the bar. I slid back onto my stool next to her and. Half of them are only in there on Friday nights because you’re working the bar.”“I know what they’re like,” his aunt snapped back. “A little cleavage and they’re drooling.”“Me, too.” Billy slowed down and looked into her face. “I think you’ve got an awesome figure, Aunt Janet. Big tits; lovely round arse.”“You shouldn’t…”Janet paused and sighed and started again.“You can’t say things like that. I’m your mother’s sister.”“I think you want me to.”She didn’t reply.“I think you want me to look and. I don’t dare tell her that, other than a few heirlooms, most everything goes to Grandpa.Nobody had to be told. Everybody showed up at my place for the morning ride to school. They have learnt that it doesn’t matter if I am going or not, the ride is still on. Having them show up like that forces me out of bed. I’m glad because I would have otherwise stayed in bed getting depressed. As it is, I have a few hours to work before Sam gets up, and Grandpa comes over.When everybody gets up, they.