"What was she on about? Spurting the juice isn't like ordering a pizza, Lady. Still, she really was in a rush I guess so I stared down at her wobbling...tits and imagined what it would be like to stick my dick between them and get off that way. Man, those titties sure did look good enough to suck even if they did belong to my Mom. Downstairs, I could feel the added visual thrill starting to work big time. It may have been a quickie but it sure as hell was going to be a big load.Mom was by now. He bit it, smiled and assured me that the nags would get the best of care.We walked into the setting sun and reached the H-- plantation in time for a late supper. Mercy carried the musket slung over her shoulder, and I toted my long rifle and our other supplies. We both were leg weary by the time I stopped at the backyard well and drew up a bucket of cool water. I left our weapons and blanket rolls in Hamlet's care and took Mercy in through the back door and introduced her to Martha.The old. The babies were great, but huge was well (Franciszka had gestationaldiabetes and regular diabetes type 2). The smallest was 11 lbs.So, no more being Peter's personal chef, she was just an ordinaryhousewife. One of the weird things was that Franciszka was forgetting herEnglish. In the early months, she would forget a word, now and then.Soon, she for forgets a phrase. Now, the soul of Peter (in Franciszka'sbody) knew about 10 different languages, but in her body now, she knewjust English. . All in good time, is what she told me, and I was in no position to argue. We found a secluded booth in a dark corner of the nightclub. We ordered some drinks and she moved over closer to me. She was so close our legs where touching and I felt a rush go through my body. Then she leaned over and started whispering in my ear. She started talking really dirty. Things like, "You love panties you fag. You like to dress up like me, you probably want to suck a cock, don't you. I bet you are gonna cum.