Nur Sabine erkannte an einem kleinen Muttermal am Steißbein von Christian, dass Bruno der leibliche Vater des Neugeborenen war. Dessen Muttermal kann...en nämlich nur Sabine, ihr Exmann und Bruno. Trotzdem erkannte Jürgen den Knaben als seinen eigenen, ehelichen Sohn an. Denn nur Sabine wusste ja, dass Christian dieses linsengroße Muttermal am Steißbein hatte, und selbst Bruno hatte keine Ahnung von Christians Muttermal. Es hätte alles so wunderbar sein können, aber auch die Bäume der reichen. "Why you interested in this here fleet?" I'm supposed to be on one a'them ships. They sailed 'thout me. I was, well, you know, enjoyin' myself. Time she woke me, they was gone. I'll get two dozen on my back if I don' find 'em. Might hang me for a deserter." You ain't British," he said, producing a pistol from behind him. Looking into that barrel was like looking down a well. I had left my weapons, cartridge box and bayonet hanging on my horse, and that decision now looked like another. "Kenneth couldn't help it, he smiled lecherously as he asked, "So what was that before, a goodbye fuck?"Paula Chapman responded with a lascivious smile of her own. "Does it have to be? I mean we are going out to celebrate aren't we?"She hesitated for several seconds before continuing. Finally she must have decided what the hell. "I mean we did it in front of her this afternoon, perhaps we could... er... we could..."Kenneth smiled. "You can say it Paula. After what Alison has been doing I think. Kind of odd looking considering the height difference between the two. It almost looked like the two were fucking. Going to be a lot of dry humping burns because of how tight her blue jeans were and the button to the neck shirt she was wearing. I am watching this little dancing show the two are giving me. I am getting aroused watching them. The only thing that pops into my mind is I wished my wife had on that special dancing dress present I got her ten years ago. I think now she would like to.