Wait a minute, yesterday morning before going to the clinic you told me you were not John, if you are not him, who are you?"That was a question that o...ce, not so long ago, in my dreams I had wished her to make me, now I wasn't so sure, "I'm your son, I'm Pierce Bridgeport"Her face went white as if she had seen a ghost; her hand to her mouth, her eyes popping out of its sockets she started murmuring, "Oh my god, oh my god, it can't be true, can't be true".I was as petrified as her, my arms limp. . Wait, you said ‘fiance?’”“It’s recent, very recent.”“Well, congratulations, honey. You just broke a bunch of hearts.”“I was thinking a fantasy princess, she’s still a virgin and Nallen is definitely her knight in shining armor.” I giggled, “Today he finally gets to collect his reward.”“You certain it’s not her rward?”“Well ... I certainly enjoyed meeting him.” I tried remembering the picture from ‘Their Wedding Night’ that showed the princess’ dress in most detail. I thought it would open. Barges and small ships flowed in a continual stream to the island, filled with the myriad things that ships required in their construction. Further, there were two steam sawmills that cut timbers for the ships as long as there was light enough to work by. They spent an entire day sitting in wagons, being led around to the various activities, of this, what Noia was sure was the greatest shipyard in the world.The next moon was a blur. Mornings were spent at the yard. First, pouring over the plans. I slowly moved up her shirt to her bra. I put my hand up her bra and started to play with her nipple. I could tell she was liking it because it got hard. This was all I needed. I then put my hand down her jeans and started rubbing her pussy over her panties. She knew what I wanted. She grabbed my hand and said lets go upstairs. I had another idea in mind. I told her lets do it right here on the couch. We had the house to ourselves. Why not? She agreed and we started to undress each other..