She did all she could to tend to his needs but he seemed to be sinking into a morass of confused comprehension about his surroundings and even her ide...tity. It was most concerning to her and she was also quite weakened by the lack of sleep in caring for her sire.She was heading back to the galley with the empty pot of soup that her father had finally consumed with a hesitant hand and total disinterest. The passageway was dark which was quite normal but she was suddenly aware that there were two. He was wealthy enough to scorn a dowry, and Lucrezia's slender form and fragile beauty appealed to him.In a word, Lucrezia wanted to accept. She would live comfortably and be the respected wife of a prominent citizen. It was the best she could expect, from her view.Joerg did not press her. She had been honest from the start, and she had kept her side of the deal all during the march north, showing a ravenous appetite for his body. He was sad nonetheless when he wished her well. He entrusted her. But to me that was an odd feeling. I was not used to the boaty feeling it produced.I quickly glanced down at Marla’s crotch. The bump moved Marla a bit in her seat and also afforded us, in the front seats, a far better view.As I mentioned, it was a sunny day and as the sun reflected off of the snow into my eyes I adjusted my mirror and visors. I did so, so that I could see more of my wife in the mirror. I could almost see her pussy in it without making it real noticeable. I was getting pretty. No. I was distracting myself from the issue at hand.I recognized defeat, too. "Fine! You can show your mother, then." We made our goodbyes with the reclining Phoenix, whose back was too sore for him to stand up, and left. As I reached the front corner of the house I heard the rattle of the diving board and a loud splash.I learned a couple of things those first few days. The Grand Canyon, for instance, was "A radical example of the consequences of environmental disinterest." Yes, I did ask for a.