I lay there, my mind visualising what I had just seen. Those beautiful breasts, poking out and swaying from her movements, and the pulling down of her... underwear. I suddenly became aware that she was practically naked next to me and my penis was so stiff it would surely burst. I soothed myself by wrapping my hand around it until I fell asleep. I woke next morning from unusual dreams, my penis stiff again. I wriggled in the bed and felt it pressed against something warm and soft. My opened eyes. “I am a Dad?! I am a Father?! I’m a Poppa?! I am a Poppa!!” He exclaimed, looking up to Jenny, Sula, and Afia. “I’m a Poppa!” Tears pooled and ran down his cheek as his fingers touched them both on the computer screen. The emotions of losing his first wife during her pregnancy flooded back to him.“I am beyond being happy!” He continued wiping his tears.“Congratulations Monique. To mother the baby of Ghana’s Hero Saviour is truly an honour!” Jenny smiled. Sula and Afia also expressed their joy,. And sometimes...” and now she whispered like it was a secret even though it was just the two of us there. “Sometimes I pretend to sleep through the whole thing.”The 'Sleeping Beauty thing' was all Lucy. Her game. Kind of a role play thing really but mostly in her head. We all did different role plays now and then for fun, but Lucy was the only one who could really get into it. Me, I just can't act, I guess. Can't get into character enough to make it work very well. For me at least.Cait can, but. ” “Don’t worry about that,” he replied. “I don’t like the way spirits dull my wits. I’m fine without it.” “I’m glad one of us is,” Silmaria muttered sourly, but went to work. As much of a distraction as her Stirring was, making the job all the harder, she was glad to be doing something, anything that put her attention on something beside the nearness of his body and the acute ache of her need. As she worked, she took a closer look at the wound. Really for how deep and long the gash was, it.