I was having fun and my son was appearing to be getting enamored with me in our texting sessions. I found myself correcting him in small ways, improvi...g his language and focus with his conversations with me. He was growing up!At the same time there was this tremendous vicarious sexual thrill. Well ok not that vicarious, I was sending him pictures of my pussy as I grew my hair back out. My son was spewing spunk all over himself and I was feeling like I was cheating him in the deal. I couldn't. ”He waved that away, “I know that.”He looked at the screen again, “The one thing Intel does know is that it is something to do with a birth.”I looked at Molly, “Molly?”He looked at Molly as she glanced at us. “They do not know. They report the context as the birth of something...”I sighed and looked at Sergeant Harrison, “Smoky, tell Dragon Leader to send me everything I need to catch up.”She grinned, “Does that include Samuel’s escape attempt during the annual Dukes counsel meeting?”I grinned. You seem to know what to do.”Mamie nodded and regarded her with a grave smile. “Oh yes. We have all been under the men’s lashes and have learned how to heal.” Beth’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh yes,” Mamie said again. “We all know how the kisses of the whip can make the strokes of the cock into a spiritual experience for a woman.” They all laughed sympathetically. Beth, despite her fears, managed a smile.Her return under the overhead tree limb and attachment to the hoist was unsteady, her feet. Angela was the first to be born so I believe this is why our bond is so precious. My son looks pretty much like any other eighteen year old boy does. I must admit that it is my daughters looks that have just recently started to trouble me. Angela still thinks she is daddy's cute little girl. Of course in my eyes she is, but I am not blind and I can tell she has the body of a woman. Angela is about five feet tall, about two inches shorter than her mom. However Angela is much slimmer and at her.