They all had something to gain from our victory. A few fathers who had nubile daughters. A young man who had a hot mother. A wife who enjoyed sharing ...er daughters with her husband while he shared her with their son. They would do everything to get us free.So would I.Our friends and supporters were out there. Politicians ready to pass laws if we could turn public opinion. We couldn’t run from these charges. There was no denying them. No excuse we could give. We had to gamble on one way out of. "Why don't you get your sewing Clint?" Enid asked innocently. "KeepBarbara company?" You've got to be kidding." Petey laughed. "He sews?"Enid giggled. "Yeah. Says it's relaxing. Actually? He crochets too.Right now? He's actually making me one of these sort of waistcoats, youknow? - The kinda 'lacy' ones?" She grinned, evilly. "Least he says it'sfor me.... " The inference was obvious."But I didn't bring it Enid." I interjected, blushing. "Forgot it. I'msorry." But I remembered." Enid said to my. " No? If I get up and leave here with a hard on the copies will start getting made and the mailings will begin tomorrow. I leave happy and I'll give you until this time tomorrow to talk it over with your hubby."Susan looked at him with hatred and loathing in her eyes, but she was a realist and she knew she had to do what he wanted until she could talk to Barry. Personally she wanted to tell Harry to fuck off and die; to go ahead and do what he was threatening to do, but she didn't know how. .. and ... ughh ... okay, there are the ovaries.”I looked down at Demie’s stomach. I don’t know what I expected to see, other than her firm tummy, but a moment later her skin became a transparent cutaway, just as it had when we had the threesome with Dianna. I could recognize everything she had just described from my high school biology textbooks, and further down I could see my cock inside her vagina.I grabbed her hips and started thrusting, watching my manhood saw into her again and again.