" But what about my hands?" I wrote."It might not be so bad," he said. "Hopefully not. And whatever happens,Roger, Mom and I will be aware of it and w...e'll help you out when necessary.I think that's a better risk to take than everyone wanting to jump yourbones at the engagement party."I thought about it and then nodded. I guess it was worth the try.I thought about what needed to happen. I was only 'imprinted' on Roger. Itdidn't make sense to try it with Randy's sperm, when I wasn't sure. All except one man that is. He was tall and heavy. Not heavy like fat, heavy like blocky muscular. he had to be at least 6' 3" probably more even. He was a giant of a man.The second man was about 6' probably 200 pounds just very average. He even looked rather bookish. The two women were standard issue police women detectives. One thirty pounds over weight and one very light in the ass. I stopped in the kitchen for coffee before I went back to the living room to face the inevitable. "Are you a bad girl?" I waited a moment, then two, then slowly nodded. The next thing I knew, there were two large hands wrapped around my waist and I was being lifted, then seated on the washer I had just started. He pushed my knees apart, and was treated by the sight of my pretty pussy peaking out from under my short skirt. He practically ripped open his button-fly jeans, I was sure I was going to hear a grommet tinkling across the floor, "I guess I don't have to worry about adding. Her eyes open wide but then close as she starts to exhale through her nose. I continue my exploration of her mouth with my tongue and her tongue now comes to meet mine. I break the kiss and say, ‘That was nice. Want another one?’ ‘Um, I’m really stoned, honey… no more hits for me. But… I wouldn’t mind another kiss or two.’ Her mouth opened wide as my tongue slipped between her lips. Her arms were suddenly around my neck and I felt her thighs move apart. We continued making out with me moving a.