My wife and I had been married about five years and had decided that we wanted to have a baby. I had an accident that left me unable to father babies ...o we were going to have to do something different. My wife did not want to go the sperm bank as she did not trust them and thought it better to get her jizz fresh from the cock. So next on the list was to have several one night stands with strngers until she got knocked up. But she did not like this idea either as she has had several before she. “Two sugars and lots of creamer,” I say, knowing how she likes it. This isn't my first time supplying her my habit. It's mostly an excuse to be near her, even if only for a few minutes. As Sam goes over to the hose and fills her bucket, I take a moment to enjoy the view of her walking away from me. Her ass is incredible. I turn to head inside before she catches me. I need a few minutes for my cock to calm down before I'm any closer to her. I fill her coffee in one of my travel mugs, making it. Brian was especially happy as he was able to find himself a new school, Peter on the other hand was not so happy to leave his home and friends, we had quite a fight over the issue and I believe he blamed me more than his father. Still we moved and were ready to begin our lives again. We have now lived two years here and I could not be happier, my sons have settled fine in their new schools and my daughter continues her studies at the college, I only wish it would be the same for me. Ever since. The boys ... and girls, gathered ... tree nuts today ... sun fruit tomorrow ... sweet-reeds had been done yesterday. But it wasn't work ... it was 'game.' Sure, things got taken home, cooked and eaten, but it was fun. The only work was trying to impress the opposite gender. That was work!Everyone shared. For a lesson in patience you couldn't do better than watching the oldest boys go fishing. I guess you could call the little watercraft they used 'log canoes' but not really.They weren't dugouts.