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Chapter 3 Thankfully, Kyle had disappeared at least for the rest of the day…and was out the door to school before I even was ready for work the next day. That whole day I was in recovery mode, in the morning it was easier to use head and hand movements to communicate than try to croak babe out a few words, but by the afternoon I was sufficient at hoarsely speaking a few words at a time. The need to put what had happened yesterday behind me was paramount in my priorities…but still no Kyle, he avoided making any contact with me. It did not help that to keep my physical blemishes hidden, I had to be the first to bed and the first out of the house. The week rolled into Wednesday, the markers still perfectly legible but lightening…and the hickey’s were slowly subsiding into yellowish obscurity, even though there were scabs on the bite marks, the irritation around them was gone. Felt has though by the weekend at least my upper torso would be close to normal…the writing might take a little bit more time. This healing also was tempering my anger at my son…and somehow validating my reaction based on self-victimization. Over night, I woke up covered in sweat…it was dream…no it was a nightmare…well maybe not from how wet my vagina was. The dream was of Kyle having his way with me…in all my orifices…including anally. The one area that has been off limits to anyone…it has never been violated, my ass was still a virgin…in my dream I had begged Kyle to take it…and just before I woke up, I had rolled over in my dream and my belly was swollen as if I was almost full term pregnant. The words, “This body belongs to Kyle” was tattooed in *********** under my extruded belly…. written in marker on my belly, “Kyle’s baby”. Took me a minute to catch my breath…what did it mean? The baby thing brought me back to reality though…at forty years old, do not think getting pregnant was in the cards. Also, no way was I going to give up my ass…to anyone. The other stuff…well it was too late for that, he already had those. The next day at work, the dream kept coming back…unconsciously I even searched for information about over 40 pregnancies. Why, I do not know…but then, by my own mistake, I left small tits the browser on. My boss and friend saw it. “Don’t tell me you are pregnant?” I heard Debby ask over my shoulder. Startling me, “No…absolutely not…I…” my fingers quickly searched for the delete key. “That is ok…I know how it is, always wanted to have more children too. Just running out of time”. “Debby, I already have three…” “I know, but that timing thing. It bothers me everyday and close up if I could, I think under the right circumstances…well”. “Yeah but, you are a couple of years younger than I am…so…” “Yeah, thirty eight is so much younger than forty….got it. Never mind though, I understand the urge…” Debby’s husband is a good Brunette fifteen years older than anal her and had testicular cancer about five six years ago that not only made him impotent, but they had to be surgically removed. It was devastating to her as it was just as they were trying to have another child. My motivation for looking up pregnancy at closer to my age had nothing to do with that, at least that is what I told myself. It was just because of last night’s dream…a fantasy…not reality. Debby walked away smiling funny. Later that day, when the tedium of the day caused me to daydream, had the mindless thought that if Ken is or was built like Kyle… there would have been a heck of a lot more opportunities to expand the family. Which led me to unconsciously think about my erratic breathing due to Kyle’s size and thrust…not realizing that I apparently was actually making short deep breaths. I confessed to her that I had peaked small tits and seen her getting babe out of her wet clothes and got a slap on the arm and the admonishment that I was a naughty daddy. Silence. I took her in my arms " i cant angel i love you to Much " Slobber was everywhere, coating his thighs and belly, all over the girls' faces and dripping down their necks and chests. o-O-o The expansion had been going well, and so I’d used some of the money to invest in more professional place from which to run my business. The Boss saw Sally eagerly lapping my cum from Kelli's pussy, and as soon as they calm from their mutual orgasm, he decides Kelli should get to taste her close up Daddy's salty cum and orders Sally to siphon more of my cum from Kelli's pussy. Brunette “I love you so much. He could feel, too, the smooth nakedness of Miss James standing behind him with the soft mounds of her breasts pressed against his back and the silky patch of hair at the anal base of her belly tickling his buttocks. “She sounds so close. “I love you, Riley.”