“You want me to cum inside you, don’t you, Mom? You want to have me knock you up!” I taunted Mom now and she creamed herself all over again for ...me.By now, I had made a snap decision: all of my ladies were to be pregnant with triplets. One of the three spawn inside their wombs would be mine, while the rest would vary naturally among the various other men. Daryl, however, remained impotent and sterile, much to his clear frustration, but too bad. He would just have to lump it, wouldn’t he? I would. .. ummm ... uniform-ish leaving my eyes firmly trapped in her cleavage.There was that moment that I realized that she could easily smother me to death between them and the thought struck me out of the blue "no wonder some men have a fascination for asphyxiation during sex".Given the moments and my chuckle it took me more time than I care to admit to before my eyes escaped the bosoms of death and met her eyes. "Sorry, Ma'am, my 'Y' chromosome suddenly kicked in for a bit, there."She smiled. "I. .." You got it! Wow, you guys are great, I never doubted you! This will make quite an impression on the rest of the company, believe me!" Ruth continues, her joyfulness almost breaking through the fogginess of his mind. "I'll tell Agatha to review it and I'll give you feedback as soon as possible, OK? GREAT job Philip!"Almost.As Ruth walks away, flashes of the disgusting, nauseating moments in Agatha's office rip, uninvited, through his mind.All week, during work, during lunch, dinner, during. There were sharp bars of cleats hiding under that goo as well. Two doubled-over pieces of that canvas tarp went to make quick booties with cotton cord wrapped around my ankles before I attacked the stairs. I cleared out my camping gear and lowered it over the railing to the first floor. I also secured my cotton sheets, pillow cases, bar soap and towels. The shampoo had made it down the shower drain after the bottles melted.I had a few camping and work knives that had wood scales riveted to the.