Renu was wearing a black dress she had bought just a few days back. She was wearing an overcoat over that black dress.The walk was special. It wasn’... hot nor was it cold. There was a slight breeze in the air that hit our faces. Renu was holding my hand tightly and walking. Soon, she was hugging me as she walked. We reached the Seine River from where the monstrous Eiffel tower stood above us.Renu pulled me down by my collar and kissed me. Soon, I was kissing her back. I don’t know how long we. But, I realize as I look at the images, the thoughtof being that sexy...I turn to the next image, and there I am in the sexy suit, but witha pair of spiked heels added to the mix. God, do they look likethey'd be painful. Fortunately (I guess) I am kneeling down in frontof the dominatrix. Kneeling down right next to me is the blonde girl,we form a matching pair. The dominatrix has taken her crop and placedit onto my shoulder, as if she is a Queen knighting a loyal subject.I feel an odd sense of. “You never told me that some girl jacking me off into a cup or test tube got them pregnant,” I replied. “At least that is not how I remember dad and you explaining how tab D going into slot P made a baby. How else could I have kids from girls that were women who were ten and lived in a harem? Mary confirmed that all her sisters under fourteen were virgins when they got pregnant the first time. They’ve not had sex with any male yet but keep getting pregnant with my children.”“A harem? You’re. He thought again how pretty she really was, though she’d probably never understand that he truly believed that. Should he wake her or let her sleep, he wondered. He’d come here to see her. It’d been too long since he had, he decided earlier after he got off work, so he made his way to her new house. Remembering what he’d come here for made the decision rather easy. Standing near the hammock, he reached out and gently touched her cheek, stroking it lightly. He saw the smile form on her lips, but.