."That time only the dark-skinned woman spoke. That voice! Bernie forced his eyes up to their faces. "Miss McIntyre! Miss Johnson? What are you doing ...ere?" Without thinking, Bernie lifted his hands from his crotch and walked toward them. "This is -- geez, I didn't go into the girls' locker room, did I? Hey, wait, no, I found my locker, so this must be..."Liz and Alice stared at Bernie. Strangely, he didn't look as skinny out of his clothes as in them; perhaps he deliberately chose clothes a. Glen came down the bed, and leant over, kissing her deeply, his tongue hungrily tasting his own seed in her mouth, and allowing Anna to taste her own. “If you two crazy kids are finished, the bacon’s getting cold” Angie called from the bottom of the stairs. “Oh my God! You don’t think she heard anything do you?” Anna asked, once again blushing deeply. “Dunno. She may have gone deaf,” Glen smiled, “You did squeal a bit though when I pushed my finger up your bum.” Anna. Generously slathering the dildo. Then she rubs the tip against her soft warm peach. Cynthia groans as she slowly pushes the rubber cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. Until she can’t bring herself to push it any deeper. Probably three or four inches in. Around halfway. It just sits there inside her. Lifeless and cold. Halfheartedly she thrusts it in and out. The sensation not unpleasant, but not satisfying either. Eventually she gives up. The next night Cynthia came home alone. Again. When. That is where you come in, Frances?”“Me? Don’t be silly! Oh, you mean ... Reg?”“Exactly so. I would be happy to have a child with Reg as the father; perhaps more than one. I am not asking to become a wife; merely have him impregnate me, but I still need you, as his wives, to approve the plan before I even suggest it to Reg. What do you say, Frances? Am I asking too much?”Frances was forced into thinking deeply about this question, and its ramifications.Eventually, she started to explain her.