”“She’s carrying the results of your business in her head,” said my father, nodding.“Not in her head,” said Jack. “But deep inside her. ...ou know women carry important things in their wombs.”“Of course, of course,” said my husband, laughing. “Women are different from us men. Wombs, not brains.”“I will make her cum again and again with the business,” said Jack. “As a woman should.”“Yes, yes,” said my husband. “Make her come. Make her come with your business.”“On her back,” said Jack, escalating. “I had to wait for him to be high enough so the head shot wouldn’t go through him and into you.” I could see that he was dressed in hunter’s camouflage pants and a camo hunting jacket as he pulled the bear off me and dragged it into the center of the clearing. “Black bear are unusual in this area, but not unheard of. This one has been killing cattle and sheep in the area. I knew he was around somewhere because I saw him on my trail cameras as I was planning my deer hunting.” He turned and. " But that was as far their interest overlapped. Even within the genre they disagreed on most topics, albeit in degrees. It provided unending conversation material that would keep them up for hours, arguing. Right now though, his attention was once again distracted at the view she proffered, standing in front of him. It took all his willpower to maintain eye contact and not sneak a peek under her skirt. Were they pink? White? Plaid?It was after school, leaving the halls deserted. A perfect time. Her hair tickled and he felt her lips move against his skin as she spoke."It's not that big of a deal, honey," he said, stroking her back."I j-j-just w-w-wanted to s-s-see what i-i-it was l-l-like," she said, moving her lips on his flesh again."I know," he sighed. "You're as stubborn as your mother." M-m-mommy's n-n-not stub-b-born," she said."Well you are." I m-m-miss her." That turned into more sobs and Bob practically had to hold her and comfort her."You'll get to see her tomorrow," he.