?Children?? She looked upset and wounded. As far as she knew she had done nothing wrong. From her perspective of the Compounds operation she was no... one of those who were required to breed.Dalton stood from behind his desk and walked over to sit beside her. It was something perhaps he should have done to begin with. He placed his arm around her shoulder and hugged her. ?Or perhaps just a child. I want you to give us a son.?Steph’s eyebrows furrowed and she frowned. ?Us? I don’t. That concern had been adequately addressed. That morning I had a different premonition. As I said, I have learned to listen to my feelings.So, hard as it was, I stopped Sheila in the middle of a blow job and warned her that the proverbial shit was about to hit the fan. To Sheila's credit, she accepted this as Gospel. Thank God. Lord only knows where we would have wound up otherwise.Sheila and I adjourned to the shower. I shampooed her hair and told her about my gut and its feelings. Once I was. He placed it on the hood of our car to let it develop. When I think of the digital technology we have now, I think it takes a little out of the excitement, because back then, you didn't know how the picture was going to turn out.Then my Dad asked Susan "Will you pose anyway I want?" in an inquisitive tone. "Sure, why not?" remarked Susan. "OK, face front, get down on your knees and put your arms up behind your head" my Dad said. She obliged and he then proceeded to put her through several. I just put my right hand above this kid to cover him.I just noticed that my hand is touching on very soft part and I realized that it was her boobs. I couldn’t control myself. I thought about squeezing it, but I didn’t have the courage and I was far inexperienced. But I couldn’t sleep as my fingers were slightly touching her boobs. If I do something wrong, my reputation will be tarnished if she tells my parents about my bad behavior, then I will have to suicide.Such thoughts were going through.