It was last week." She shook her head. "I ended up giving him a set of golf clubs."I didn't say anything."But, you're what he wanted, so I hope he'll ...be happy." She sat down on a leather sofa.The room was nicely furnished, and seemed to be a sitting room of some kind, a salon with a full sized bar. A large bookcase dominated one wall, and floor-to-ceiling windows with an intricate lattice the other. The furniture looked beautiful and eminently comfortable, but I remained standing, holding my. And neither he nor Jim minded sharing their mothers with each other. In this case, Shelley was lying on her back on the living room coffee table. She was on her back with Jim pounding his cock into her pussy and Keith had her head hanging off the edge of the table so that he could drive his cock deep into her throat from time to time as she sucked his cock and played with his balls. He played with her over-sized tits and watched them jiggle as Jim bounced against her as he drove his cock deep. It will be our baby, not my baby.”There was a long pause. Marsha pushed Candy back onto the bed and lay half on top of her to kiss her.“We could do it together.”“What about Andy?”“Assuming he still wants to be a father, I think with my womb and your tits to worry about, he’d know all about fathering before we were done.”Candy rolled away and sat up, looking at Marsha, running a hand over her belly. She giggled.“I’m trying to imagine.” Slowly the smile vanished, and she lay back on the bed. She struggled mightily to escape the trap but the more she struggled the more she was caught up in the broken fence and the old stone wall that used to part of the monastery.Red Anne made no outcry because she knew with certainty there was nobody to hear her shouts for assistance. To make matters worse, she was in a dire panic to make her water but in such a circumstance she would only be making it all over herself in a most distressful manner. She stopped struggling and calmed her demeanor.