I will happily make love to my pregnant wives as many times as I possibly can, until you are too large in front to be comfortable with my attentions. ... love you girls, and want to love you to bits all the time ... a father; just think of it! I don't care whether you each have a son or a daughter. They are the children of our loins, and so worthy of bringing up in a loving environment."Euphemia brought him back to the nitty gritty. "Darling, will you contact the seed merchants again, and confirm. She is moaning and chanting my name. Kabir…. Kabir…. Kabir…. It encouraged me and I sucked on her breasts for a long time, kissing her in between, first one breast then the other.Her hands move downwards, she is wet, she wants me badly but she doesn’t want me to stop. She wants me to relish her boobs. But things are getting out of control. She takes my hand and rubs it against her thighs. Beckoning me forward. I rubbed her pussy lips, she was very wet, my finger slid in easily. I rub her clit. I briefly brushed her outstretched hands. They were warm to the touch.“Could you spare some of that bread? These biscuits are a bit...tough,” I asked. She tore me off a piece of the loaf, handing it to me.For a couple minutes we ate in silence. I didn’t realize I had been quite so hungry. The bread was amazing, fluffy and savory from herbs. It seemed fresh, and when I asked her about it, Flora said that since her dad was stuck in the house he had been trying his hand at baking. “Could I have a. They left over two hundred people homeless,” Betsy said.“I can’t help them,” Colonel Stewart said thinking that his resources were already stretched beyond its limits.“I don’t expect you to help them by providing some shelter. I was just thinking that there were some seeds in one of the labs that they might be able use to start a little agriculture in this area,” Betsy said.“Seeds?” Colonel Stewart asked.“Yes,” Betsy answered. “You might not know it, but this place was established as.