“Good morning, Mr. Richardson,” I said. “I’ve brought the scale back and here is some of mom’s apple strudel she would like for you and Pat ...o have. I hope you like it.”“I’m sure we will. Your mom has given us some before and it was always delicious. Speaking of which, that’s the way you look this morning.”“Why thank you. I was worried that my shorts might be a little indecent,” I said as I glanced down at my thighs. I saw that my pussy lips were plainly visible beneath the thin material of the. More sperm oozed out and ran down to form a drip. Both girls watched as that drip strung out, then broke free, and fell to the floor.“That little bit of stuff can make a baby?” sighed Hilda Mae, unbelieving.“You have to stop now,” groaned Nathan.“Why?” asked Bernadette. She liked the feel of his penis in her hand.“The rest is about to come out,” he moaned.“There’s more?” she asked excitedly.“Lots more,” he panted.“Make it come out.” she demanded. “We want to see it.”So easily did the older. I meet my dad's eyes, watching himwrestling with something."I met Ellen first, did you know that?" he says, finally. "Of her andyour mother. They were on a youth hostelling holiday together, just intheir... second year of college, I think it was. First or second, Ican't remember. Anyway, I was in Paris on an exchange. Six months I wasthere. And the first week I meet Ellen, smoking in a Parisian cafe,reading a guide book. I was relieved to meet someone I didn't have tostruggle through my French. Time Frame: Week 17 — MondayI woke with April in bed with me, which was great since April was spending tonight with Aunt Alice. We made gentle love and the other wives treated us to breakfast in bed afterwards. The plans for the day were simple; we each were going to take care of our personal business that we had been putting off.We went to dinner at the Inn Flight, then sat around talking until a little after eleven PM before retiring for the night. At first, I thought I was sleeping alone.