Despite the fact that the old man was of an age that required him to be carried into a mounting position of the agreeable young lady, he performed the...coupling exercises with admirable gusto and eventually impregnated the "perfect" young lady with the seeds of enlightened thought. She rubbed her newly rounded belly with satisfaction and spoke with pride of the master's glorious crowning spurts of wisdom into her unworthy core. All of the other females with permission to visit the reclusive site. A pleasant memory, or just a dream, she wasn’t sure which she was experiencing as she opened her eyes, breaking the last threads of the hold sleep had on her. She had been in his arms, slow dancing to some beautiful song…she looked at the clock and saw that it was after eight. She had drifted off to sleep on the couch with her book and he was late. It wasn’t the first time he had been late when they had plans, and she knew she should expect it by now, but she never did. It always came as a. Megan arrived home about 7 pm. I asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner and she declined and said she would fix something here. I could tell that something was bothering her, but couldn’t put my finger on it. “What’s the matter, you got a problem or something?” I asked.“No, I’m just tired.” she said.We went into the kitchen and talked while she fixed dinner. Kendra’s friend, Natalie Martin, had came over to spend the night. Her Dad, Doug Martin, and I had been friends forever. We. “Ops, you succeed, Terry. It’s really impressive…” She stared at my chest without blanking her eyes. “Hope that I really impressed you, aunt. What were you doing right before I came?” I asked, hoping her tell me the truth. “I was bathing, you know that” her face was kind of getting red, and she continued “before bathing, I was doing some housework” “Oh…ok…” I didn’t believe what she just said. And I leaned forward to her, asked “Aunt, do you remember that you promised me something five years.