The soft light from the fireplace was enough to see the silhouette of my sleeping wife and whoever curled up next to her. I drifted off as my need for...sleep outweighs my curiosity. I woke again this time to the rustling of someone moving around in a nylon sleeping bag. I looked over towards my wife to see the 12-inch gap between them had disappeared. He was lying right up against her back with an arm around her waist. I sat quietly not sure what to do. I watched as he slid his hand up and down. I pulled off my t-shirt, pulled down my pants, and dropped my boxers. As she saw my package, she says, "Anthony... I hope that dick fits me. I want you to bury me up to the hilt of your weapon." I took a step, climbed onto the bed, and rolled over. I pulled her over to me, her giggling like a little schoolgirl, and laid her atop me. She grabbed my dick, and lined her pussy over it. She teased me for a second, and ran my dick up and down her slit. After I started to moan, she slowly lowered. Then Sara informed me that she was going to have a baby if Beth's brother would agree to breed her. The plan was for the brother to come and stay with them and he would sleep in their bed and fuck Sara as Beth watched till she was knocked up. Sara then told me that the brother used to fuck Beth all the time when they were growing up. The brother agreed to breed Sara as long as he could fuck both girls. I decided that I would go and talk to Beth while Sara was at work. I went to the house and. A few minutes later, following the Jaguar exiting off the beltway and heading to the airport, Gina giggled. "Peter Pecker?" I think it's pronounced Pekar," Molly accenting the last syllable, "but whatever. Something called an image consultant." State Department?" asked Billy."Yep, same time as Bones. Married with two kids in their teens, a boy and a girl, attractive and blonde like their parents. Political Science and Journalism degrees from Georgetown. He's definitely the face of PC." I don't.