I managed to control my curiosity, though, and made drinks for everyone. By then, I had known for some time about the rather peculiar pregnancies the ...irls had, and the fact that the pregnancy characteristic was transferrable, as was the hair control.Finally we were seated with Mom and Dad sitting together on the leather sofa in the library while Kris and I sat on flanking side chairs."What's the trouble, Mom?" I asked. "Looking at you and Dad, it's apparent that something is." It's not. I could see into Karen's bedroom from my back yard and for some reason the lights were on in her room and the d****s weren't shut. I saw her walk into the bedroom and she slowly started to take off her blouse. I had an immediate erection. She didn't bother to close the d****s. As she took of her blouse, her large tits flopped down and I was totally hard. She walked over toward the window and looked out, I thought of hiding but didn't, she saw me sitting there in the dark (there was just enough. O’Connor nodded. “It’s been a very long day,” she whispered back. “Give me a second to put this stuff away.” She took the bags into the kitchen. They both had the Piggly Wiggly pig on them and proclaimed that Mrs. O’Connor was ‘big on the pig!’ I always laughed when I saw that.She came back in and flopped down on the sofa. “I feel like going to sleep myself!” she sighed.“How was the trip?” I asked.“Good. It was very nice. We flew to London for a week, and then we went over to Ireland, and then. He snapped his fingers andPaul moved on to clean his wife only to find her stopping him with herhand in his face."Rick honey, don't you think the sissy should never be allowed to tastemy pussy? I mean it's all for you now dear and I'm not a lesbian so I'drather not have a girl licking me down there." Rick thought for a momentand said, "You're right dear, we shouldn't allow this sissy the pleasureof tasting your perfect pussy unless she's licking it off my cock.Instead why don't we have her use.