. Why *shouldn't* we have a baby together?It's not as though I planned to *marry* my own father oranything. Having a baby is just the natural result ...fhaving sex; and I certainly wasn't going to stop loving Dad,just because my body was getting ripe to have a child of myown! When I do get married (probably in a year or two) I'lljust expect my husband to take care of our little girl likeDad took care of me all these years. At the time he firstknocked me up, I certainly didn't even *think* of. I could not quite see all of him, but I felt that large head massage my clit. Thomas’s saliva, his pre-cum mixed with my pre-cum lubricated my opening. He was in all the way with one mighty thrust. No dawdling, no hesitation, no waiting. He was bigger, much bigger than I was used to. That was a good thing because I felt him stretch me as I wrapped my cunt around that monster. I felt the head rub against my ass-shaft and his balls rub against my asshole itself. The ecstasy of his natural. It appeared that we weren't the only ones to sleep in, only a couple of dozen men feasted on lunch all modestly covered in trousers or underpants except for a few in the swimming pool doing laps, their bare white asses glimmering in the overhead sun.The bar was open, however only three young soldiers made the sickly looking bartender work. It was easily established that almost everyone present was suffering a hangover and those missing souls were still sleeping it off. One by one they left the. Some balked initially at Igwanda's requirement that they camp out at night sheltered only by the pavilion, as he and Meiersdottir had done, but he remained adamant about not presenting technological artifacts that might provide temptation for a further Edenite attack and firmly rejected suggestions that they set up more comfortable accommodations.Initially a few of the landing party were uncomfortable enough about sleeping al fresco in the midst of the alien settlement that the lander ferried.