He said to leave my bike at the door and come in. We went in and he said he'd be right back and went down the hall. When he came back he had jeans and... t-shirt on. He opened the package and pulled out a set of uniforms. He said I should take off my shirt and pants so he could see how they fit. I took everything off and told him I didn't have new underwear on, he said to try them on anyways. I put the pants on then shirt. After buttoning them up he came over to check the fit. He rubbed my. It's not Dirk's baby, so I'm not asking him to contribute, but I'm telling you that your husbands are liable." You have to have a DNA check done to tell who the father is." No, they all had sex with me that night and they are all responsible. And you all are responsible too. Rena, you trusted Bob to bring me home safely and you other three must have realized your men were out late and up to no good. You all knew they were bringing me home. Didn't any of you wonder if I got there safely?"I was. The fellow who stepped down from the driver’s bench was dressed in the skirt-like garment worn by Indian men. He held out his hand, and in a refined, upper class, English accent introduced himself.“I am Huck Dolihaye. I apologise for not being here to greet you, Sir Elijah and Lady Greenaway.” His handshake was firm and vigorous“Not at all, Your Excellency,” I said. “We have been more than suitably received and entertained by Mister Repp.”Dolihaye grinned. “Oswald Repp is conscientious in his. When I masturbated, it was never with my mother in my brain. As it should be, my fantasies were of women in string bikinis or bent over on hands and knees in some porn flick, offering her two nether openings to a cock twice the size of mine.She was my mother, for heaven's sake, and mothers are off limits. I had done a satisfactory amount of fucking by the time I graduated high school, but never desired to prong the mothers of any of my friends, not even the mothers who looked like sluts. Jeez,.