As though she'd been dragged through a hedge, thought Isabella.Or, perhaps, had just had a sexual romp with Tom Fisher!Her skin felt suddenly sensitiv... inside the satin dress she wore, and she shivered. The girls walked out of sight, as they entered the kitchen below. Isabella walked along the balcony into her private drawing room. She poured herself a gin and tonic, and contemplated the door which connected to her bedroom. Richard, her husband, had been remarkable by his absence from her bed. Someone in that room was getting fucked. Then I heard a guttural sound that was my son, Josh Jr. No doubt he had just had an orgasm. The door was slightly ajar and I pushed it little further open and peered in.What I saw was breathtaking. Josh was withdrawing his huge cock from his girlfriend Kelly. My late husband, Josh Sr., had a huge cock and his son was similarly endowed. I was mesmerized by a cock that seemed so familiar, but yet so distant. My husband had been killed in Afghanistan six. He would start his shift at midnight and sort mail and packets till the bulk of the staff came in to work at five am. Then he would throw in his own little round, go out and deliver it and return home to his major passion – porn. When he left home the very first thing he bought for his new place was an Amstrad DD8900 double decker video recorder. It was a major investment to him at the time, costing him a staggering £399 when his weekly wage was under half that amount. It paid him back quickly. "Sis, what's wrong?" I asked as I got to her side. "Samantha is loosing weight, they put her on an IV, something is wrong with my milk, and she won't take formula." Without saying a word, mother reached under my gown and squeezed some of my milk on her finger, then tasted it. She grabbed my arm (as mother's do) saying, "Come with me, young lady." When we found Dr. Jansen, Mother said, "Test her milk! Dr. Jensen said this won't work?she never completed her thought. Yes! The baby was.