“I do like girls, but I like boys too.”“What about you and Millie have you played together at all?”Sasha looked at me and nodded.“Mmmmmm, th...t’s very sexy to know.”I was now fingering her pussy harder and deeper. Silke was now on the sofa slowly fingering herself.“So you’ve had my daughter, how about having her dad?”“Oh yes please, I want you so bad”“Have you discussed what might happen today with Millie?”“Yes we have talked about it - she said you would probably try and fuck me.”“She knows me. Foster stopped and listened, holding his breath. The footsteps stopped too. There wasn't a sound to be heard."Who's there?" he called.No answer. Just more silence.Foster had images of some hulking mountain throwback hiding behind him, watching, ready to pounce. Among his other interests was a devotion to hammer films. In his mind's eye, he saw a filthy psychotic killer with a hook for a right hand, a chain saw in his other, and a maniacal grin on his face, hiding behind a tree."Who's there? I. Our quiet was interrupted by the sound of a loud booming laugh. Sally turned, “Sounds like Leon is around,” she said. I turned just in time to see Rufus high five Leon with their normal morning welcome. I thought, “Jeez, everywhere I look this morning I’m seeing black guys who’ve fucked Sally!”My mind then went running wild thinking that any one of these black guys may have made her pregnant and she just doesn’t seem to care or is that what she really wants; how would I ever be able to explain. And while you acknowledge that events may arise which prevent it, you won’t do anything to knowingly prevent it from happening. And I think it would be foolish in the extreme for us to even try. Not marrying you is a far better choice than taking the risk that it would all be blown apart in the future, or that you would be miserable and regret your decision for the rest of your life.”“And you see Clarissa in that situation with regard to her sexuality.”“I do. Maybe there are some creative.