.. have you thought about your responsibility to the human race" Oh yes, Sandy and I talk about it all the time. That's sort of why you're here. Sandy...has been inviting girls over and I have been impregnating them." The only catch is that the girls have to understand the need for secrecy." You invited me over for, huh? You mean you want to knock me up? I am not sure I am interested in that?" OK, well it's your loss. It looks like there is only one man on the planet, and that's me. If you want. After first checking the sliding glass door for a stick on the inside, he sprayed the track of the door with WD-40. He then used his MasterCard to pop the flimsy latch, and quietly let himself inside. On the thick pile carpeting in the apartment, he was soundless. A man’s apartment, but he had known that when he trailed his quarry from the restaurant. He looked around in the half-light, noting the decor. It was neat in the small living room, but the couch cushions were on the floor. A few DVDs. He ducked lower in the water, mainly to hide his swelling cock; it was too easily seen in his trunks. If this chick wasn't so damned sexy looking, he'd be okay. But his sister had called him lucky to have Jean around, and that was pretty weird. She was standing at the pool edge, and when she put her arms over her head to stretch, he could see the outline of her small but groovy tits, and the nipples themselves. She had on a thin halter and her shorts clung to every shaping and dip of her. " That will be difficult because I'm in love with two women, not one."Mother smiled broadly. "Well, well, this sounds more interesting than I anticipated. Tell me about one, and then the other." All right. Sandy is a novelist. I think you read her latest book. Sandy... ah Sandra Johnson." Yes I read it. It was well written, a fun read, sexy, with strong, believable characters, and a good plot. She's a very good writer." She laughed cynically. "A best-selling author makes a lot of money. She.