The one where she was walking through a garden when she came across four black garden workers was just so unlikely, I fast-forwarded to the end. The n...xt one, where she met a stranger while she was sitting demurely in a hotel garden and immediately let him fuck her behind a convenient bush, no, that just doesn’t happen in real life. Doesn’t even happen in most guy’s wildest fantasies.Apart from a couple of essential breaks, I watched porn for twelve straight hours that day, until I couldn’t. This would not only solve the problem for my kids, but we could consider taking in students from neighboring worlds. I’m certain, with all the diversity in my household; I could likely find jobs for many of my companions. I hoped to get their minds on something besides sex and having more babies.That’s when another brainstorm hit me. If I did start a school, we would eventually need a sex education class. Now that we were living in a merged world, students would need to learn the reasons why. The constant copulations with the three eager males had caused Doris to lose a dozen pounds of unwanted weight from her waistline and had shaped up her backside into an even more attractive package ready to be pounded by cocks drawn to her cozy nest. The Skipper was falling into a routine of waiting for her husband to leave for the beach in the morning for an early swim with the two other girls and then sneaking into her hut and giving her lots of morning exercise standing up and holding onto. It was warm alright and at thatmoment it felt good. The other three women had followed and all of themwere holding something in there hands.The first one simply stood there holding towels folded over her arms. Thesecond one approached the tub with bath salts and began to drop them intothe warm water along with rose petals. The third one had two scrubbingbrushes and began to clean me. It would appear that I wasn't even allowedto bathe in private. The fourth one who had wheeled me in was.