"As her bruises healed, Carly Jody introduced her to the complex's swimming pool. She loved swimming, but getting her ready to go was a bit of a produ...tion. First there was the matter of a bathing suit. She could more-or-less fit into one of Jody's -- the 'less' being the top, since Carly's tits were bigger than Jody's even before she became pregnant. But Jody's taste in suits ran to bikinis, Sports Illustrated skimpy or less — sometimes a lot less. We had to search Jody's wardrobe to find. I told my sperm, remember."She laughed. "It doesn't work that way, Mark." Sure it does. Willow told me so. She's an OB/GYN."Mary rolled her eyes. It was good to see her happy. Maybe having only one kid wasn't so bad, Mary wanted to name our first son Albert, after my grandfather. He was a great guy, but Albert was a terrible name. Our daughter would be named Chasity in memory of the loving woman that gave her life for Mary."Fine, if we only have one child..." Mary started to say."A daughter," I. “Oh, you spilled something on your shorts,” she said when she saw the dark stain on my underwear.My face turned red as I looked down. “Uh ... yeah, I spilled a little wine and tried to wash it off in the kitchen,” I lied.After all the insufferable previews, the movie finally flicked to life. I reached across my mother and turned off the lamp at the end of the sofa. Now the room was lit only by the glow of the TV screen. We sat quietly, watched the movie and ate the pizza. I don’t know about my. I even gently tugged on his light bedsheet to help loosen its grip on his bare chest… He sorta tussled a bit and my heart stopped as the sheet fell aside revealing his abs, and damn, his soft cock and the tops of his thighs.. I held my breath and waited to see if he’d move again, or wake up. His breathing seemed so calm, he had to be asleep… and so I carefully leaned my head over his body, like I’d done so many times with my hands, and then, uncontrollably it seemed, I moved my mouth.