...so I must not of sounded convincing...he said "Yes your ready WHAT?" I said Yes I'm ready Daddy. He had a look in his eyes that I have never seen. ...t was frightening and exciting.When the elevator got to our floor...I was thinking what am I doing??? But there was no time for that. Daddy said "MOVE" and lead me to our room. He opened the door and I was as always excited to see the cabin, though it was small and very normal. I turned around to say that I wondered when we would get our luggage?. I don't think I wasever so impaired. When I "accidentally" found out about the hangoverpill, Philip was only too glad to help out his old teammate. He gave mefour pills and then a shot of the good stuff. From then on, whenever wedrank, he gave me the pills before I drank the tequila."What were the pills then?" Victor asked.I thought it would have been obvious, but we were drinking."The pills were a testosterone blocker and estrogen. The whole house hadsupplied me with and watched me take vast. I loved her smooth neck and small hands. Unknown to her I ogled her fine breasts. To date I think they are the best in shape and size. I had a glimpse or two at her awesome cleavage when she bent over. That was a rare occurrence since she dressed so modestly. My eyes feasted on her butt when she walked ahead. She had a shapely behind and I dreamt of passing my fingers in that heavenly cleft and beyond. Only, those dreams seemed so remote unless I did something quick. I reasoned to myself. I had. I douched. First with a kit from under the sink, and then with soapy water, four more times. Uncountable millions of sperm cells had invaded my uterus and would never be touched by any flush of chemicals or water. Many had died, others absorbed into my mucus lining, I'm sure, but plenty were still alive, swimming around inside me, searching, searching, and would remain that way for days to come. I could become pregnant. I was a week and a half past my period, I was not on the pill, and we had.