Sister Caroline was the only one who figured it out. We didn't mind her knowing, she was the only one who always took up for Denise and I. After we as...ured her that the birds were doing it on their own, she got a good laugh out of it. She thought it was funnier than we did!We were convinced that both of us would call the orphanage home until they turned us out at eighteen, so we spent years preparing for it. We studied every day, and were always at the top of the class. When we weren't doing. The three of us were sitting around the fire one evening, just as the sun was setting. Julie said she had to go to the bathroom, and got up. We'd intentionally put our "bathroom" - a hole in the ground - where we could see everything, so Adam and I watched her go over and stand over the hole, legs spread, squatting. He leaned over at me, stroking his cock, and said "Have you ever watched someone taking a dump before? It's kind of weird, but cool."I hadn't, and there was no time like the. And she started pulling me again. I had to admit she was strong. As strong as me even. So, I let her drag me. We soon came upon an old run down cabin, hidden by trees. Shabby place to live if you ask me. She drug me inside and bolted the door close. I was surprised when I turned around. The small house was just that, small. The living area was also a kitchen and a bedroom. And it was all decorated like a teenage girl’s bedroom. Pink and lime green everywhere, fluffy rugs on the floor and hot. Since Mara was pregnant, and close to the date for her delivery, we hadn't had sex together in nearly nine months. Actually it had been longer than nine months; and more like an entire year. Before we had flown down to Kenya in October, where we were going to meet Omar, and where he would endeavor to get my wife pregnant (rather than I), I had chosen to cease any sort of sexual intercourse with my wife, so that her pussy would be as virgin as possible for Omar to deliver his seed, and.