Rachele rolls her eyes in frustration. “I never said I was pregnant.”“I imagine that if it happened on Vulta, then you knew at the funeral.”�...It doesn’t happen that fast,” she defends.“Maybe back in your history,” he counters and accuses. “But your technology has come a long way. You can know at practically the moment of conception.”“Okay, so what?” Rachele asks. “So what if I knew.”“The whole night we ... you knew the whole night and you never said a word,” he fumes.“I ... okay, I knew I was. 5 of wine. The day has been busy but not tiring. Lots of conversation as we made our way through the wine trail, almost start to finish. We have made this trip several times and it is always a blast. The one place has an exceptional view of the lake and vineyards from the back deck where we have lunch often as we did today. This conversation is getting long today as we go through and finalize the plans yet again, but it brings a smile to their faces, so be it. Amazing how she turns from. Not that city-states are much of a threat, as long as they don’t unite against us.“The provinces of Alberta, Saskatchewan, and Manitoba are a patchwork quilt of First Nations reserves, self-governing city-states, a few criminal gangs, no fewer than eight distinct religious or political communes, and the FLDS sects that relocated there at times in the past. As in, yes, Mormon polygamists, but not benign, civilized polygamy like ours. Barbaric practices of selling off teenage daughters like so. I heard her moan under me as she began to tentatively thrust with me. It took us a minute to get into a rhythm, but once we did, it was beautiful. I moaned as I felt her pussy massage my thick cock, and I kissed her hungrily as I began to thrust harder, knowing that she was getting used to it. “Oooh John,” she moaned. “You’re so big.” Hearing that got me going, as I pumped my cock inside her harder, and I felt her wrap her legs around me. “Ooooh fuck me, John. Fuck me baby,” I heard her shout.