I want to have a child. I can't worry about you impregnating the world." I whispered to him harshly as we exited the store."I know. I wish... It wasn'... like that." Wishes don't break habits. If it was just about me, it'd be one thing, but, why is it every single pretty woman you see?" I ask, my face getting pale."I don't know," Mark said sullenly as unloaded the cart and loaded up the van."Mark, we've done therapy, we've gone to a doctor, I've read books. I understand, but please, please just. Irrespective of what we have or have not done that day or night, I sleep every night in this bed and you and Peter alternate between the bunk and here." That certainly sounds sensible, providing Peter is agreeable to sharing you like that" Dave responded."He better be. The three of us have come too far to go back to he and I just being a couple. Besides I know that he wants to share me with you anyway." That's good, because that is definitely what I want too" he told her strongly."As for love. Isn’t that Brandon ’s car’s out back?” “Yeah…” she answered slowly, “He’s ah…helping me with my computer.” “You always wear a skimpy little robe while learnin’ that computer stuff?” Harry asked, his eyes lowering to the bare legs displayed nicely below the hem of her robe. Harry had already surmised what had been going on but still listened to Robin’s explanation of how this licentious affair took place. “It’s all right, Darling.” he said, “Nothing wrong in having a little fun with. After we were in bed for a while, the playing would begin. I did suck his cock a lot but, there was also some fucking done. Many nights I’d get it before we went to sleep then, wake up to his rock hard morning wood. I kept a small jar of Crisco in my bedroom, along with some old towels, just for that. My mother was no dummy; she knew, almost from the beginning, that we were having sex. The evidence was spotted in my underpants and on the bed sheets, she’d found the old towels spotted with caked.