"I guess I don't have to ask how it went."I knew that was coming. "Well, we, um ... Oh Mom it was wonderful! I don't like to think of you and Dad doin...g it, but if it was anything like that when you made me ... wow."Mom stroked my hair as I threw the bedclothes down the chute. "You were conceived in love, Apricot," she assured me, "Don't you ever doubt it." I never have," I told her, giving her a quick hug before entering the bathroom, where Bret was still nude as a newborn. He was standing. She has the look of "I want to fuck that" on her face. As I stroke my cock, I watch granny. No awareness over there.Then her name is called. I nearly pass out with deflation as her granny stands and tells her to follow. Whoever she is, Regina something, she is slow to rise, giving me all she can before the inevitable has to happen and her legs close for business. She splays her legs open as she shuts down the cell phone. I can see right into her little pussy, all pink and moist and now with the. "Well." Her voice seemed introspective, maybe a little distant. "That bath water should be at just the right temperature -- I hope." She stood up. "Should I wash the dishes before..." No," he said, "I'll do them. Have something to do while you're in there. In the bath." As he spoke, one of his dream images of her floated into his mind, and he hoped that he kept the flush away from his cheeks. "Go. Ah, you go. I'll take care of the -- dishes."He sighed when she had left the room. Smooth talker,. .. like... could I get pregnant?" Not a chance. I have a prescription for birth control pills for you. And if you do it that way... the way you and I have done it, they'll pay you very well. Maybe seven or eight hundred dollars an hour."The naive teenager believed Deacon Ramsay. After all, he was a mature and knowledgeable married man and a deacon in the church. And she did so much want to go away with him... away from her father's restrictions and the sometimes condescending attitude of her.