"He sighed, "Ok ok...if you say so."I walked over to the bed and pulled back the sheets to get in. "I do say so, so good night hun."I climbed into bed...and was about to turn off the light when Brandon spoke. "Mom....I have a question to ask, and I know it's going to sound weird."I hesitated for a moment. "What is it baby?"He looked away for a second, "Well, could you tell me.....or show me how to have sex witha girl?"For a second I couldn't believe what I had heard. Had he really just asked. He all the sudden motioned for me to head for two white guys playing and waving at us. We pulled up and he got out to ask what was wrong the one guy indicated that the scooter would not go into reverse. My boss got a tool from his tool bag walked over to their scooter and told the guy to show him which he did and my boss slid in leaned over to fix it, but in leaning over the big head of his cock slid out into the sunlight. Leaving the guy staring at the site of the big trouser snake, he looked. Before we left for Brownwood Doug's Ma said she needed to go with us tomorrow morning to sell the property. In Brownwood at Dillard's we found a nice dress for Bobbie. Sara and Michelle were able to find matching dresses that complimented Bobbie's choice for the wedding. Doug got a new suit — the first in over 20 years. Next we made reservations for a block of 6 rooms for the girls' family and reservations for dinner late Friday and Sunday noon at the Section Hand.Before we left town Doug. It was the same, to his way of thinking, with his sperm. It should "go for something", he said, something that would grow and develop into a contributing human being. This was what motivated him to meet with Mara and I in Kenya---to "plant my seed", as he said, "into Mara's fertile soil; into her fertile WOMB!" He had emphasized the word 'womb' especially. It was clear that Omar viewed my wife's womb like a field for crops, for life sustaining crops...in other words, a human offspring! I found.