Bob, in just his boxers looked out the bathroom door, down the stairs and saw what he wanted to see, nothing, so he moved in to the bedroom.He looked ...around the smart room, the big double bed seemed to take over everything; the posts at each corner and the bar that joined them top and bottom made it look massive, he struggled past the bottom of the bed making for the tall set of draws beside the small dressing table.He stood silent for a moment, still no sound from downstairs so he opened the. It is a twice a day mini front when the exhaust of the fish tug engines make perfect smoke rings that follow like bereft halos seeking their fallen angels.Seagull cries, the gentle swash, swash, swash of the outgoing tide against the shore. The putt putt rattle putt rattle rattle putt putt of a make-break two cylinder engine in a Pentwater port Lake Michigan fish tug coming in from a night of net seining for whitefish.They must have been successful, I could smell hickory smoke coming from the. " I squirmed as her hand stroked my slit, briefly teasing my clit before she left. I heard the man asking, "What did you do that for?" but did not hear her reply. So now I was stood helpless and naked. I did not even hear the next visitor arrive, they came silently, so someone alone I guessed. I felt hands wandering over me, then heavy breathing near my ears. I was turned around, to face in to the tree, and they stroked my back and bottom, squeezing the bum cheeks hard enough to make me gasp.. And how about you, Naomi, Helen asked me, how would you feel if you knew that your husband fathered my twins? As John said, you and Wendy and your twins are part of our family now, whether John fathered them or not, and I love all my family. In fact I think that maybe I would be a little disappointed if John were not their father. We all know that he was first to fuck you and therefore best placed to be their father. OK. Ill talk to Veronica about getting them tested. On the night of her party.