The place where he had left his seed, deep within them. Oh, they were beautiful he thought.Off in voyeuristic Never-Never-Land, Steve didn't tell them...the solution how to open it. His concentration was understandably not on the couch. At least not until they asked in unison, with a totally confused expression on there faces, "Hey! How the fuck does this damn thing open."He had so enjoyed seeing them wiggling their bodies about, butts up in the air, right in front of him. But he didn't want them. The cool air flowing around my moist pussy lips was totally amazing -- like an unseen hand caressing my most secret parts with the gentlest possible touch. In an irreverent moment I wondered if this is what all that church talk about "the Holy Ghost" was about? I giggled, but only until my finger pushed my lips apart and brushed against my clit. After that, the only thing that existed in my world was the aching in my pussy and the vision of Henry pumping his cock. I had done myself lying in bed. But I also got a big stomach!My mathematics (as in rhythm cycle) were never that strong and I really needed that movie role.When the studio sent around their gofer, trying to get me to abort, I reminded them that we'd be done shooting long before I would show. What I didn't realize was that the director was (happily?) married and wanted to avoid both a scandal and perhaps blackmail.Despite the crimp in my lifestyle, my maternal instinct took over and I had little J.B., nine months later, giving. ’ ‘As a matter of fact Tony, Yes I am. I can’t believe you’d shatter a little girl’s image of her father because of jealousy. I thought you were a bigger man than that.’ ‘Jealous? You seriously think that I am Jealous of that wimp?’ ‘Why else would you react like that, just because she preferred her father. Of course she prefers him she’s known him all her life. She’s known you less than six months.’ ‘I’m sorry Cathy, really I am. You’re right, we need to give it more time. Give it long enough.