Besides, I needed to learn to share our lover with her."I felt the bliss of streams of seed spurting into the depth of her womb. I held her hips tight...to me through all three long pulses. Celine's tight gripping vaginal walls stroked me with pleasure, squeezing and tightening over and over.Celine cried out, "Arrrrgh." Her body shook like a tree in a wind storm as pleasure consumed both of us. I held her soft body to me, wrapping my arms around her; and then, rubbing her from the tip of her. Some distant part of my brain was screaming at me to stop being so ridiculous but I was too freaked out to listen. I felt his hand brush the underside of my breast as he lifted the bra and pulled off the tick. My eyes flew open and I jumped out of his way so he could flush the wretched thing. I stood shaking my hands and shifting my weight from foot to foot because I felt like ticks could be crawling all over me. I groaned. ‘What? I got it, it’s gone. Is this what it feels like to be a. Fertilise me...make me pregnant...I want a baby...I want...oh God...I need...I want...oooaw....oooaw...darling...yes...yes...aaaaow..."I was lost in her, pumping my seed in deep as if responding to her cry to be fertilised. I'm not sure to this day whether I really understood that cry - that it was seriously meant. Certainly it was different from the usual cries of the girls I had copulated with – "Don't make me pregnant will you" – but with mother I had been given the freedom to perform that. When Greta had finished introducing her bare butt to Bjorn’s penis and all three skirts had been dropped down again Olivia asked, “Anyway, what are you doing out here all by yourself? Just as I was coming off duty I saw your girlfriend and her parents coming back into the hotel without you. Is everything OK?”Bjorn gave out a rather long dismal sigh and said, “It’s a long story, a very long story and a bit sad in places and I know things will work out one way or another in the end but I don’t.