At this stage, there was no way to know which of her husbands was the father, but neither one cared. Three people walked a little lighter for a while,...even though no adjustment had been made to the internal gravity.Another piece of good news was that Abner no longer was troubled by an ulcer he'd had for over seven years. Every doctor he had consulted told him that he was stuck with it, because it was too small to be treated surgically, and the drugs for ulcer treatment didn't work on his kind. The way it felt, at the same time she may very well have pounded it into a shape that was more comfortable for her.When I got out of bed and looked down at her as she slept, she looked all pink and lovely, and for a moment I had the urge to touch her arm. I shook it off with difficulty and headed for the bathroom. I had to think about the events of the night. Sense and nonsense were once again warring in my head.Despite the dead arm, and the agonising tingling when it came back to life, I. “From your email on Monday, it sounded like your little adventure with the Mrs. paid off real nice for you.”My mind immediately raced back to my memorable morning session with Elisa in which we played out a VERY light version of a rape fantasy ... If you could even call it that ... More like a “stranger danger” fantasy.“Yeah, it sure did!” I assured him, walking out and handing him an open beer while grabbing my own rocker next to his. “Left us both QUITE exhausted,” I divulged with a smile.. .. and inside was a lot LESS safer... "It felt so good, she was so hot and tight! And I got to feel everything!" "So I guess that strap-on worked after all?" "YES! I think I felt what a man would! Her dying scream was nice too!" Then they heard the footsteps of the girls. "Someone is coming! We have to leave!" "Can't I rape them too?" "NO! Now get your ASS over here!" The three girls, still shaken after what they saw, had paid no heed to, or even heard the loud, heated conversation that had.