I gave birth to a seven pound boy and immediately signed the adoption papers for Bob and Jen. They named him Jason. Jason was born with a lock of blon... hair. Jen seemed incredibly happy. After all these years of trying to have a baby, she finally had her prize. Bob too seemed happy and proud as the new father. Seeing as how he was the adoption father and the natural father both, why shouldn?t he? Over the next six months, I nursed Jason, but always under the close supervision of Jen. At six. I also felt that the movement was also building, the motor under me was a little louder, and the whole massage table was moving in a steady rocking motion. I felt myself going to a climax that I had never experienced before in my life. I could not help it; I raised my head into the air as I screamed out in pleasure. With my eyes tightly shut I just let out a scream of lust and pleasure. When I let out my scream the fucking stopped instantly. Terry said almost in a shocking scared voice. "Is it". Roxanna made a beeline directly to one of the other two walls of the room. A wall whose floor-to-ceiling bookshelves contained green binders, filled with written profiles of single men. She flipped through the plastic-covered pages of many of those binders. She even found a few men to date. But none of them seemed good husband material. At least not so far. As she reached up on tiptoes to pull down yet another green binder, the curvaceous 5'2" Roxanna wondered, "What's the point?" Was it really. He wants us back next week, unless we can sort out how to anchor our evening program from here, then we can stay a little longer. We would really like to do our program from here. If that works, we would like to come back periodically and do it again. We are certain that he wants to discuss this with you before he leaves."The reporters who are going back seemed to be enjoying themselves although they seem a little uneasy about being in space. They have visited with many of those at An Clochán.