I turned to see Linda watching me over by the kitchen bench; an intent look on her lovely face. When she saw me watching, her lips curled up in a wry ...mile.“Any of that left for me?” She asked me in a heated voice.I walked over to my wife and gave her the same treatment; pulling her up into me and kissing her thoroughly. I left my hands on her ass - casually groping and rolling her rounded buttocks.“You look thoughtful, Linda.” I asked. It was a leading question; I wanted to see what was going. After all I said on Friday” “I’m sorry Daddy, I just wanted to do it one more time, am I a naughty girl?” “You are a very naughty girl” and spanked her twice on her ass. And that was the last time I fucked Sarah and it’s been nearly five months now. We are really good and spend all our weekends together just enjoying each other’s company. We are still quite open though, feeling perfectly at home to wander around naked upstairs. I still love to look at her developing body. It is a good thing. They'd never want to hurt me, or anyone. The flow of newborn worms from my nether regions wasn't a constant one, sometimes it was just one particularly large one forcefully pushing its way through until it popped out, followed by a whole bunch of smaller ones, and sometimes it was just a couple of average ones simply snaking their way out.It seemed that most of the eggs that had been laid in my stomach had moved deeper while I slept, so far fewer ended up coming out from my mouth, only about a. I think it gives some clues to what’s been happening.’ The chapter was an account by a dad whose son had died as the result of a car accident. He recounted how the accident happened and how it was his son’s fault. The son was in a coma for several days and was alive primarily because of the life support devices. All of their friends were praying for the son, as were he and his wife. One night, during his sleep, a messenger appeared to the dad. He was not afraid and he remembered how comforted.