But every time I see those two little dimples in the small of my sister-in-law’s back, my mind turns to the ovaries that lay somewhere behind them, ...nd I just so want to impregnate them.My wife, Justine, and I are a little ahead of Mark and Sarah in the family stakes. We have a boy and a girl of five and six. Mark and Sarah have a baby girl, six months old.For some reason their daughter, Millie, had a blood test; they found Millie’s blood group didn’t fit with their own. The fear was that. Mila straddled Sarah and stroked her face softly as they kissed, shedelicately drew her fingers down Sarah's long neck and caressed thevelvety flesh. Sarah gasped. Mila's hand continued downwards toSarah's blouse and began to slowly unbutton it. Sarah put her hand overMila's and stopped her.They broke the kiss.Sarah looked up at Mila, her eyes wet and gleaming."Are you sure?"Mila lowered her face and kissed Sarah, her response being physicalrather than spoken.They could both sense that the. Sunday was my hangover day, of course, and I would lie around all day wishing I hadn't gotten so drunk the night before.This Saturday night, however, I was sober enough to drive myself home. At least that's what I thought. But when I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw the flashing red and blue lights of a police car, I cursed at myself and pulled over reluctantly. Fuck, I thought. What was I going to do? For one, I was a nineteen year old girl, a few years below the drinking age, and I was. As she sat at the table I told her how pretty she was, she smiled and brushed my leg, as I leaned forward and touched the inside of her thigh just above the knee through her black leggings. Donna appeared and sat down as I brushed my hand on her hand, she looked a little embarrassed until my wife did the same, she smiled and relaxed, accepting another coffee.We all talked for another 30 minutes or so, when suddenly it started to rain, we rushed inside and sitting in the front room, Kay was sat.