The middle daughters had one hand on the outside of their mother’s breast and they held hands with the other. They closed their eyes as they nursed,...and Lynn hummed a tune as her hormones fed pleasure to her brain. She could feel the tingle in her pussy from the pleasure her babies gave her. She remembered how wet she always got when her husband or wife sucked on her nipples, even before she had gotten pregnant.Genevieve finished first and released the nipple, turning her head to rest it. Finished. Kaput. Besides that, you know as well as I do, there is no way in hell that the baby could be mine. Go see your lover boy... he's the one you need to talk to. Not me. I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you... HELL... I don't want to even smell you or remember you. Go away. Just... go away."The way he spat those words at me spoke volumes. He was still hurting over my revenge, badly so. What had I done to the man I loved? How could I have been so blind? I know that he. Still, if there was ever a way hecould find out, this genie would be the way to find out. "I wish I can beclose Betty," he said finally.The Djinn, still floating, instantly stood up from his apparent restedhorizontal position and put both hands on his knees as he looked at Cliffin the eyes. A large predatory smile was on his face. "Your wish," hesaid with a bow, "is my command," he boomed as Cliff blinked fromexistence.Some time later a girl, bike messenger by trade, was just getting in thedoor. “What’s it to be?” she asked demurely.“Could I have a Mojito, please? And tell the bartender to give it an extra ‘kick’ would you?”“An extra ‘kick’?”“Yeah, a second measure of rum.”She smiled and sashayed in the direction of the crowded bar, all the while wiggling her cute hips that were barely covered by a red tartan mini-skirt. Her bottom received several appreciative pats by the old-timers perched on their bar stools.She was back in a trice. “Here we are; one Mojito, with an extra kick and.