At only 35, Jack was not opposed to children and he loved to hear their laughter. Well, as long they weren't his responsibility at least. Nieces and N...phews were one thing, his own offspring was quite another. The closest he came to "tying the knot" was when he proposed to Captain Mary Lynch after one too many in the O-club in Quantico, VA. He had recently returned from a particularly nasty tour of duty in Afghanistan and was filled with a sense of wanting to leave a Jack Junior around to carry. Unlike his quickies with Judy and Lora, he will be fucking the hippie multiple times tonight; he will splatter her love box with 6 slimy loads of his seed… Friday, July 15. “No!...I’m not gonna do it!...” Emma announces, coyly turning her head away to avoid eye contact with J.J. as they stand talking outside her house. “Why not?” asks the exasperated stud. “’Cuz…” the girl replies, now completely turning her back on him so that he can’t see the grin that she’s trying to suppress. “’Cuz why? You. Until then, I'm sorry." No!" several of the women cried out in protest."Yes," I said with finality, "now get used to it."They argued and I ignored them. I grabbed some food and took off to eat by myself. Tilly came and joined me. When we were done, she took my dishes back to the kitchen unit and brought me back a beer. She sat and drank a cup of tea with me while I knocked back the beer. When I put the bottle down she looked over at me and asked one question."The offer of a slow fuck," Tilly. She was unconsciecely making sure she looked good as if she was going out on a dater with a man instead of getting ready to give a massage. Then she realized that she was sexually attracted to the woman she was about to massage. Her hands would be all over her naked body. Already she could feel the wetness beginning between her legs. "What the hell am I thinking"? Her brain was screaming at her to get control. She splashed some cool water on her face and knocked on the massage room door..