Many of them I don’t want to make, things like calling the funeral home to shore up plans. Other calls I was excited to make, things like ordering a...lathe and milling machine for our new/temporary shop.I’ve finished the calls and start to dig into my work when the phone rings. It is Dick saying, “You left a message to call.”“Ya, I was just checking up on you. Wondering if or when you are coming down.”“I’m just putting some finishing touches on things and will likely bring Dad down there in ten. I think the first time I was aware that they were actually calling me dad was when I heard one of them say to the other, "You'll have to ask dad, if he knows." It was some help that she needed with school homework, I think, and what with my three boys calling me dad all the time, I didn't notice it at first.But as time went on, I became aware that all of the children were referring to Cecilia and Emily as their mothers. There were subtle differences in actually how they referred to them, mind. “But I tend to prefer the word cock myself. What do you like to call it?” “Don’t really care.” Colin was almost quaking with desire now, desperate to feel someone take hold of him and ease his still growing pain. “You said you’d help it breathe.” he pleaded. “Mmmm,” she teased, licking her lips, “I did, didn’t I?” She leant forward a little, till she was no more than a foot from his prick. She watched as his impressive length twitched under her gaze, resisting the growing. Dove was surprised about who was sleeping with who and let alone make love with each other. Then a few hours had passed and the clock read 7:00 which meant bed time which meant skin on skin contact which meant make love with two girls let alone two disney friends (excluding: Jamie, Jennifer and Miranda who still were invoked in the fun but were not disney stars) then after a few hours of heavy lesbian sex the whole apartment was dark and all the girls were asleep except for Dove who was wide.