It seems like hours but is probably only a minute or two, before he tells me to turn over and lays down next to me on his side, so we are facing each ...ther."I can't wait," he says. "To see your belly grow and know that it is my c***d." He reaches out and places a hand on my abdomen, approximately where said bump will be, hopefully. "I want to fuck you from behind when you are full and round and heavy with a black c***d." I want to drink from your nipples and watch you squirm, knowing that it. " "Okay, Mom," she replied before she leaned over and smooched my cheek. "I love you." "I love you too, sweetheart." They left and shut the door. I turned right to him, but he took my hands in his. "The most important thing is: that we all love each other. No one can just bail on anyone here, we have to stick together. It is beyond fucked up, but our family has to be maintained. Do you agree?" "Yes, of course I do. What do you want to do?" "I want all six of us to live here together. At least. And was that fear I saw in those cold grey eyes Professor Steven Morgan?" she asked her self in the now empty corridor.Then she remembered that throughout the recovery of her files, when she was bent down and stooped forward revealing all her charms. Their heads had even touched momentarily, but his eyes had never once lingered. His gaze had never once stabbed were they would not have been welcome, - between her ripe breasts. 'Yes,' she told herself, 'a really rare bird, if still an odd. The quiet man with the eyes that constantly scanned the interior of the noisy pub suspected that they were probably still unhappy but making a go of things just to present a stable environment to the outside world. It was a typical family arrangement in a country that put the family above happiness and where divorce was historically a disaster of biblical proportions.A looming shadow of a hulk of a man was cast over their table distracting them from their interesting private conversation. One.