Ab jab bahar aaya toh aur bhi mota lumba aur kala lag raha thaa… papa ghutnon ke bal baith gaye aur mummy ne lund ko dono haatho mein pakad liya aur...guup..guup ki awaz se apne mooh mein daal liya aur bahut hi pyar se choosne lagi….papa ka lund unke dono haatho se laghbagh 6 inch bahar hoga… laghbagh 10 inch ka lund hoga aur motai ka toh kehna hi kya… unke lund par mom ke choot ka pani chamak raha thaa.Thori der chuswane ka baad papa ne lund ko mummy ki mooh se bahar nikal liya aur mummy ko. As she spoke I looked at her, she had dark hair down to her shoulders, she was wearing grey trakkie bottoms, white dirty shoes, a pinkish zipped up hoodie and as she sat a little chub hung over her waistband. We sat there talking for around ten minutes, as she swigged from the bottle. Then I got my cigs out and she said “I’ll suck you off for two or you can have me for five”.I looked at her and after a minute or so I said “5 it is, where?” “Follow me” as we both jumped off the wall. I followed. I had arrived at their soon to be ex home around 8 pm, where Paul was busy on a personal call and I was greeted at the door by Antoinette, with her three year old son Calen (pronounced K-lin). She wore a mid knee length Skirt and a bright red cardigan, I remembered thinking she looked so typical a young mum, dressing now for convenience rather than pleasure.She led me through to the living room, and informed me that Paul would not be long. Then unusually she sat beside me and began making small. They decided to raise their own soldiers, train them from a very young age and bring them into the service. It was never sanctioned by the fleet sky marshal or the emperor.Quietly volunteers from across the fleet donated eggs and sperm and the first batch of children were born. There were several thousand in the first hatching as they called it. It was two years before the sergeants started teaching them. In that time two more hatchings had taken place. They called our school an orphanage.