The three tasty beauties arrived on their bicycles. After enjoying refreshments and smalltalk in our sunny garden, we proposed a shower. To relax, get...closer and comfortable. We had a lot of fun splashing and embracing. Wet and hot we returned to the masters room. We closed the curtains and sat all together in the giant arm-chair. Machteld and Mila each on a knee and Tessel on theirs.We started to giggle, hug and kiss more. All three showed signs of excitement. "Who is already wet, my dears?". This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for a few weeks to see, not her staff. She currently was standing over a map of her dig site, reviewing what she knew so far, her long brown hair tied back in a messy bun, to keep it out of her face.Her research had lead. ’ ‘Here?’ Sharon gave him a silly smirk. ‘No! Across the street at the Moors!’ Ken looked at her confused. ‘What?’ Sharon laughed. ‘We just have not told them yet!’ Ken shook his head. ‘A guy leaves town for a couple of days.’ Sharon took his arm and led him towards the kitchen. ‘A bit has changed since you went to Florida.’ Sharon looked at the time. ‘When your phone rings, put it on speaker.’ ‘What?’ asked Ken looking at the clock. It was two pm sharp. ‘Call from … Jen,’ stated the phone in. "No, no, listen to me. I don't mean that you, uh, you know, I mean, you could be a sperm donor. You could be the father, sort of. I mean, we do know your medical history and your personality... but we can overlook that... and, well, it sort of makes sense on a lot of levels."It was my turn to be uncomfortable. June looked at me with that "What the fuck is this?" look in her eyes.I didn't respond. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. My wife was going to kill me after they left, I just knew.Mary.