“Yes, Sir” she replied.He released his grip on her hips and backed up a foot then ran his hand up her spine and over her neckbefore grabbing her g...ently by the hair on the back of her head, leaned in and whispered in her ear“follow me and I’ll keep you safe dear” and lead her down the boardwalk until they came to an areawith two benches off to the side on an area to stop and look into the mangrove swamp. Up ahead wasanother Spanish soldier on a horse leading some captured Indians. He pushed her. “Hetty, run and get some camla meat, please, short, thin slices work best at this stage,” Ricky said calmly.Hetty didn’t hesitate, and she shot off her chair to run to the kitchen.“Oooh, my baby is hatching,” Micky squealed excitedly.The trio watched as her egg started shaking and shivering. Shadow rested in Ricky’s lap as she watched her sibling being born. Without thinking, Ricky laid a protective hand over her and offered her some warmth. She was content to be where she was.In a few short. This was so humiliating, but I reasoned that as long as no one outside the family knew of it, I could swallow my pride – what little was left of it. But as my wife had said, my philandering brother had matured quite a bit. I came to the conclusion that I’d find out just how much, albeit, in a way that I hated doing, but I knew I had no other choice. It was late Friday night. Betty was exhausted form the day’s activities of finding out she was with child, or should I say. Christine abandoned the towel, completely uncaring about any water she might track through the house now. “You’re beautiful, Lynne.”“So are you, Aunt Christine,” Lynne responded in breathless tones.“Mmm – I love the way you say my name.” Christine stepped in closer, her hand reaching around to caress Lynne’s firm bottom. With nothing more than the desire in their eyes as a signal, the two women leaned into a hungry kiss.Lynne’s hand found Christine’s bottom as well, but didn’t rest on the.