I thought of the time I broke my arm as a kid, and had it in a cast for weeks, unable to move it at the elbow, unable to touch it. This was only very ...istantly related to that experience. Clits, it turns out, are not arms. It was only two-and-a-half minutes before the waves of an impending orgasm were pushing against my clit, from somewhere just behind it. I gasped, and stopped touching. I felt like I was doing something wrong to stop, even though I knew that’s what I was supposed to do.. “What did you want to talk about?” I left out the normal ‘dear’ that almost always added when we were talking. “It must be something serious if you say it in that tone of voice.”She must have sensed that I knew something. Kate cleared her throat; “I don’t know ... This isn’t easy ... How can I say this so you won’t get angry... ?”“JUST SAY IT”“Yes; well I ran into Jack Simmons last month, and you know that I was dating him when we met ... anyway, I got to talking to him ... well we got to. Money won't be a problem. Maybe I'll hire Vince for stud service for the next one." With that, she gave an all-out giggle."Oh, I didn't mention it, but your father knows nothing about the divorce or the pregnancy. He doesn't think I know about the affair. I would like to keep this secret until I tell him. That will be right after the doctor verifies that I'm pregnant. I'll understand if you want to talk about it with the Vosses."The questions went on for a half-hour more. When they left the. Maxwell stood at his uncle’s home in Georgia. He was a tall man 6'2 with strong shoulders and a narrow waist. His black hair almost touched his shoulders with a slight curl to it. He scanned the fields with his deep blue eyes. He shifted his feet, his heavy black boots sliding across the wood of the porch. A small bead of sweat was beginning to form on his brow. He took a deep breath and rolled up the sleeves of his grey shirt to his elbows. It was a hot Georgia day, and Maxwell wondered what.