She was naked, of course, and didn’t look bad for her age at all. Erin, Candice, and I each approached me, resulting in a coy smile on her face. I c...uckled as her own daughter as well as my cousin helped secure her while I put my final thumbprint in place for my sixty-eighth companion. The visible, red scorpion mark was a dead giveaway now that she belonged to me, as was the way that I invaded her while Natalie Morse was also summoned for Sarah’s benefit.“You want this, don’t you?” Sarah. By the time they really wanted it, it was sod's law that it turned out to be 'difficult' for them. Whose fault this was, they never found out, because the miraculous happened just as they were beginning to consider fertility treatment.The pregnancy was not the easiest, but not the worst either. Karen carried the baby okay, with probably more than her fair share of sickness and muscular trouble, but there were no serious concerns. At the scans, everything looked good and healthy, and they. Finally, when she thought she would explode with tension and longing, he slid his tongue upward just a little more and, stiffening and lengthening it, traced around and around the bump at the top of her opening. What started as a sigh of relief rose up in her throat to a whimpering cry that faded off into a shuddering moan. Her hips squirmed involuntarily and then she pressed them forward, consciously and eagerly, inviting his tongue, seeking his tongue, demanding his tongue."Oh, jeez," she. I'm afraid I've got another shock for you. Your father, Robert Williams was born Rose Williams on the 20th September 1930. Yes, that was my birthday. His parents were Fred and Gloria Williams of 158 Northholt St, New Jersey. He always wanted to be a housewife and look after his beautiful children. That may seem strange to you nowadays but then it was the done thing to do. Your father knew all about me, because in a way he created me. However that story is another letter. Anyway you are in.