Dad’s groans got more intense and then he made an almighty shudder and his panties and nightie became all wet and slippery. I asked “What has happ...ned?”. “It is baby juice” he replied “what a man puts into a woman to make babies – it only happens when you are with someone you love”. I didn’t really understand but my fingers were all sticky and when I smelt them there was a delicious odour. “It smells lovely” I said “can we do it again please”. “Oh yes my love as often as you like” he said. I. Want proof of it?” she asked.Jeanne then knelt and kissed Daddy’s dick, too.“Alright, you now, Kevin. Truth or Dare?” I demanded.“Truth, too,” Kevin answered.“Are you a complete Top or versatile?” I wondered.“Versatile, trust me. Very versatile. I wager that Demy’s a bottom with guys, though. I suspect that your father is mostly a Top, with maybe some curiosity about bottoming now and then. Same with your uncle here, I think. I bet that Demy’s asshole gets a lot of use, especially since I’ve. “Twenty years ago there was an officer stationed full time at Coombe Ottery and his house served as a police station. Fifteen years ago all the local constables were consolidated here and their records were supposed to be brought here too but the Coombe Ottery records appear to have been lost in transit. We have no Coombe Ottery records prior to fifteen years ago.”After sandwiches from a bakery cafe, I set out to find the publishers of the Coombe Ottery Advertiser. Eventually I tracked them. "Michael was really nervous: "We should go there, guys. I don't trust any situation involving Craig." We go there, then what? He sees us coming, and will make up a story of how we harassed him, four on one." Foster put a hand on his shoulder. "Bitch is smart, but we can outsmart him. I say we keep waiting, the very second he shows he was recording the conversation, well..."Both Clark and Michael waited for their friend to explain his plan: "Well, we're gonna have some fun.".