My son! I still need to get used to having a son, and he’s already growing up tough and strong. Becoming a man and I had nothing to do with that,”...I shook my head at that realization.“Oh, I don’t know about that, Master. You’re his father. You gave him half of his DNA, so you helped make him what he is, too,” Miriam assured me.“She’s right, you know,” Marian added her two cents.“I just wish that I could have raised him. I know what it’s like to grow up without a father, after all,” I forced. I started to type a message.Its ur slut here. I have a new story for you. Is this still ur numba?Then I put the number into my phone to SMS. I stopped - the adrenalinepumping.I put the phone down, not able to send.I hadn't been to see her because of family, but they were away onholiday. I had a week to get my head back in order.I looked at the computer screen - ohhh yeah those big black cocks justlooked so good - I wanted some, I wanted some bad, I wanted get my assfucked hard.Yes I wanted it. Both had pooped and wiggled until the poop had oozed out of the back of their diapers and up their backs and into their blonde hair.“I was worried that this would happen. I hope you don’t puke from baby poop. You are going to run into a lot of it in the next several years.”“Why is that?”“Because I intend to get knocked up at least three more times and now Lynn is too. That means eight more babies added to our current six. Plus, if you catch on a couple more times, that would be ten more.”“That. " She moved her hand over my leg slightly to rest on my throbbing hardness. She smiled triumphantly. "I want this." She whispered, squeezing her hand around me. I let out a small grunt as she opened the door to the bedroom next to us and pushed me inside. Before I knew what was happening she had locked the door behind us, turned on the light and nudged me towards the bed."Now be quiet James, I've wanted to do this for a long time." She smiled at me, crouching down to her knees and unzipping the.