She had always been proud of her firm breasts... and enjoyed the feeling of her often-erect nipples being clearly visible through her clothing... when...she wasn't working, of course. At work, it was always conservative business suits... wool jackets and mid-length skirts... but at home... God, how she hated putting on airs of superiority and having to wear those damnable conservative costumes. She even hated the cutoffs and tee shirt she normally wore in the garden. What Cheryl really wanted was. Doing? I’m your father! What do you think is going to happen?’ ‘Well judging on that bulge in your pants, I’d say a whole lot.’ I layed back against the pillows on the couch and started rubbing my pussy from the outside of my spankie shorts. ‘Oh my God!’ He jumped up and stood staring at my me and my pussy. He looked to the stairs, probably thinking of my mother sl**ping upstairs. Then he looked at me. Torn. I licked my lips, and lightly started moaning. ‘Beth … stop it … stop…’ When he said. Congratulations.”“Congratulations!” all the guests shouted in unison.And that was it. Ox did not kiss his bride. They did not even bump elbows. The chaplain pulled out his commer and asked Ox to lay some derm for the eighteen credit charge for his services and then he left without a backward glance. The executive officer and the crewmembers all offered one last round of congratulations at the union and they too departed, leaving the new couple alone with Manny and Gath.“Well, that’s done,” Ox. Oh, don't get up and protest, please, Jack. I didn't fuck you. I know that. It wasn't from lack of trying to seduce you, of course. Here's what happened. I visited your apartment a while before you started sleeping with your ladies. I saw your used boxers and I scooped up what cum I could from them. Fresh cum, meaning that you had just jacked off, pun intended. I was fertile and I just felt the impulse. It was hard to explain, but I wanted badly to have your baby. So now I have it. It's only.