Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Part: Chapter 25 of 25 Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters of three older teenagers Keywords: MFF, oral, preg, lac, rom Language: English Copyright: 2003 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* ******************************************************** * CAVEAT : I don't recommend that you get your * * medical information from an erotic story * * site. This is fiction after all! * ******************************************************** Cilla, Sonia and I had been involved in an unlikely and highly erotic three-way relationship which appeared to be lasting the test of time. This chapter deals in some detail with one of the possible consequences of an active loving sexual relationship. ********************************************* As it turned out, Sonia was the first to break the news that finally reconciled Cilla with her parents. We had pulled up on the street between the two houses owned by Sonia's mother and Cilla's parents and Sonia went to visit her mother while I accompanied Cilla to see her family. Though all but the youngest of Cilla's family knew that she was lover's with both Sonia and myself, the fact wasn't accepted by her parents and Sonia was persona non grata in their home. Sonia stoically accepted the situation though she wished it were otherwise, if only for Cilla's sake. She knew how hard it would be to be estranged from her own family. Sonia announced herself from the hallway having let herself in the front door. It had been over four years since she had moved out but she was welcome at any time and called out in the hopes that one day she would actually walk in on her mother with some man while still giving adequate warning for her to take cover. She went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. Her father had been dead for some years now and she was not aware of her mother making any attempt to find a replacement. This saddened her a little as she had found her own experiences so rewarding she wished her mother had someone of her own. Her mother came in from watering and accepted a cup of coffee. "I've got good news for you Mum. You're going to be a grandmother." Diane looked at her daughter in pleased surprise. "You're pregnant?" Sonia laughed. Her mother had been supportive in her most unusual relationship from the first and Sonia expected her to see the impending child as having three parents and thus three sets of grandparents regardless of the actual birth mother. "Not this time. Cilla's due in September - around my birthday in fact." Diane was happy her daughter was comfortable with an event that could only bring Cilla and I closer. A couple of years ago she would have worried that this might have threatened her daughter's place in our threesome but now she felt this wouldn't be a problem. "That's wonderful dear. Do Cilla's parents know?" Diane was friends with Cilla's mother Ruby and Ruby's unwillingness to discuss Cilla and Sonia had only put a little strain on their talks together. "Cilla and Glyn are over there now. I don't know what their reception will be but there haven't been any fireworks yet." "Well what about you then. Any plans for one of your own?" "We've been discussing it for a while. Now that I've graduated and Glyn and I are both getting paid as management (okay junior management on a generous 'family' basis) we don't have any money worries with Cilla taking time off. She's looking forward to it and can take what's left of her annual leave with unpaid maternity leave but she's thinking of leaving her job and coming to work with us. There are a few positions that would be doing basically the same work with a different range of products so she should be able to fit in. There's likely to be a position opening up in about a year with someone retiring; Glyn's father is sufficiently nepotistic to short-list family provided they prove capable. I want to see how we go but I'm thinking I might get pregnant around October. There's really no hurry but it would be nice to have the two children close in age." Diane listened to her daughter but her thoughts were really on how she would have a grandchild in September. Having another the following July would only sweeten the pot. "We figure it would be possible for all of us to work part time and still bring in the equivalent of more than two normal salaries; we still have to run that past Glyn's father but I think Vince will agree. While he's still running the business he can afford to lose Glyn for a day or two a week and I can spread four days over six. We'll just have to see if he will accept that for a couple of years." "You know you can count on me. I've been planning on dropping my hours with the practice; only keeping a couple of my older clients and letting the juniors have more responsibility. I can always baby-sit if you need to have a day a week covered on either a regular basis or more in an emergency." "Thanks Mum." ----- Cilla and I were sitting at the table across from Ron and Ruby, Cilla's parents. Jean was there and with her younger brother John's assistance had handed out tea and coffee while they waited to hear what we had come to say. Jean herself was engaged to marry Trevor in about three months and would have found out about Cilla's suspected condition before her parents if she hadn't been away for the past two weeks. John at 19 was considered old enough to listen to the conversation but the twins (not quite 16) and the younger two had been "encouraged" to disappear. Cilla began. "We've come around to let you know we are going to have a baby." Not "Glyn and I" but "we". Even subconsciously Sonia was included. I took her hand in mine. "I know you disagree with us about the importance of being married but by now you should know that your daughter and I love each other very much and have every intention of spending the rest of our lives together. Not being married won't stop that and being married can't ensure it so I hope you will be happy for us and for your grandchild." I HAD to leave Sonia out of consideration for now. One painfully slow step at a time. Jean came around to give Cilla and I congratulatory hugs and kisses. I must admit, if I wasn't enamoured of Cilla and Sonia I would certainly welcome more kisses from Cilla's little sister. John also congratulated us though I didn't get a kiss from him. Ron wasn't really concerned about the marriage issue. He would have preferred a ceremony and the piece of paper but was also thankful for one less wedding to pay for. Jean's forthcoming nuptials were going to put a dent in his savings event though the cost was being shared with Trevor's parents and he still had another five after that. It was Ruby who disapproved though conversely she could accept Sonia's presence in our household. It was partly that she did value Diane's friendship so found it hard to think badly of her daughter and partly an unwillingness to acknowledge even to herself that Sonia was her daughter's lover rather than mine. Ron was the sticking point about Sonia. He couldn't stomach the idea of his daughter being a lesbian. It was strange therefore that the existence of a growing form in their daughter's body brought about a change in both of them. For Ruby it was the promise of her first grandchild. That became more important to her than the problem of her daughter "living in sin". She had tears in her eyes as she hugged her daughter, and then me, for the first time since Cilla had moved out. Cilla had tears of her own and I confess to my own being more than damp. Ron took my hand in his and shook it as he hugged me before finally giving his daughter his blessing. In his mind since she was pregnant she couldn't be a lesbian. Into this euphoric situation Cilla dropped her bombshell. "I'm glad you are happy because I know I will need you when the time comes, but I really need your support now on one more thing." Her parents seemed happy that their daughter would still turn to them for support after their "difficulties". "I'm happy you accept the baby and Glyn but I also need you to accept Sonia." I took her hand again; she had my support but I couldn't tell her parents how much Sonia really meant to their daughter as well as her own words would. "Sonia loves us as much as we love her and she is going to be my baby's parent as well. I can't have the situation where you accept one of it's parents and not the other." Ron and Ruby both considered the statement. If they didn't or couldn't accept Sonia ...? Did that mean Cilla wouldn't let them be grandparents? Ruby's maternal instincts (one step removed) wouldn't let that happen. She could still deny Sonia's role in her daughter's life to herself. Of course Sonia loved her daughter, who wouldn't. Ruby wasn't going to lose her grandchild. Ron had to think a little longer and it was more his wife's acceptance of the condition than any conscious decision of his own to change his mind that led to his agreement. One thing about him though, having given his word to accept her he would stick by that. With the revision to Sonia's status Cilla embraced her parents and excused herself. I remained with her family while she ran across the road to tell Sonia. Ruby in the meantime called her younger children in and passed on the news that they were going to be uncles and an aunt. Andrea at 10 was excited at no longer being the "baby" of the family and was disappointed that she had to wait over six months. ----- Cilla knocked on the door and embraced Sonia when she answered it. "They were marvellous. At least they are happy about the baby and finally agreed to accept that you are part of my family." She kissed Sonia and hugged the slim body tightly. Diane came out. "Sonia gave me the news. Congratulations dear." Sonia was released so Diane could give her "other" daughter a big hug too. "Come on Sonia. You've got to come back with me." Sonia was a bit uncertain. It had been over four years since she had been into Cilla's parents house. Her last visit hadn't been particularly pleasant. She looked at her mother. "Would you come too? Please." Diane looked at her daughter and then at Cilla. Cilla nodded. "Okay." She grabbed a jacket and they locked the door behind them. ----- Cilla let them in and was promptly surrounded by her younger siblings. Sonia and Diane came into the kitchen behind the throng. "Hello Ruby, Ron. Isn't it wonderful news?" Diane crossed to Ruby and gave her friend a hug. Ruby seemed calmer and with Diane's acceptance finally did accept her daughter's other partner. "Hello, Sonia. Have a seat." John got up to let Sonia have his chair next to me and got another for Diane. I held Sonia's hand under the table. No need to get too provocative. Cilla finished getting congratulated and resumed her seat, a little flushed and beaming that the reaction had been positive overall. I took her hand too. The youngest four knew that we three shared the unit together but, since the topic was not discussed and only Jean and John had visited since Sonia had moved in, they were not aware of Sonia's actual status. Now was NOT the time to inform them. Cilla's parents had seen the empty unit but had not returned themselves so were not even aware of our luxurious wide bed. I wondered if that would change now and how they would acknowledge questions about the existence of only one bed for the three of us if their children started asking. Their delayed second visit would certainly be an interesting one. ----- We took Sonia's mother with us to my parents. Not as any form of support but because she was coming back to our unit after to help us with a few financial matters. Sonia had her accounting degree but that wasn't the same as having years of experience dealing with a range of investment and semi-legal issues. While Diane wasn't a lawyer she had had to cover a number of "cases" where she had worked side-by-side with them to ensure the best result. If necessary she would bring in someone suitable to help. For now we wanted to cover our unusual situation in the event of death or break up. While it was just the three of us the situation would have been emotionally devastating but we were not financially reliant on one another. With a baby entering the scene we needed to make provision for the support of parents and children considering the law may not adequately cover our unusual situation. First though I had to let my parents know. They were delighted though they had to look back and forth between Sonia and Cilla trying to guess who was pregnant. The presence of Diane was a bit of a red herring and their private guesses were incorrect. Their situation had been a little easier than Diane's and they too had accepted both girls as de facto daughters- in-law, with some surprise but also whole-heartedly. This wasn't to be their first grandchild, my elder brother and sister Bruce and Charlene had one and two respectively. Rick and Renate had just gotten married (finally!) and were not yet talking about children. Not having the advantage of three incomes they were still wisely building up their nest egg before trying to fill the nest. Still it was a cause for celebration and we shared a couple of bottles of champagne, Cilla restricting her alcohol intake while the rest of us made somewhat merry. ----- When the formal invitation to Jean's wedding came it was addressed to the three of us. We felt that this finally was tangible proof of Cilla's parents capitulation for, though we were sure Jean would have been the one preparing them, we knew Ron and Ruby would have checked them over before they went out. Our only previous invitation from "those in the know" was to Rick and Renate's wedding. It had come as three single invitations which we considered better than one to a couple and another to the third person. We had accepted the necessity in that case as Renate's parents were not in the growing band of people who were aware of our status. You know what the say about a secret shared. On the day of the wedding Cilla was glowing, with a prominent 5 month bulge. I, of course, had to be presented as the obvious father to a number of her relatives that I had rarely or not yet met. I'm not sure how they saw Sonia since Cilla was determined not to release her hand; on a couple of occasions I overheard her being described by Cilla's parents as "Jean's school friend" and "their neighbour". Cilla's brother John, and later Jean as well, took a perverse delight in informing one or two more accepting relatives that we were living together and were all lovers. Let that filter through the family! I didn't think Ron and Ruby would be prepared for the inevitable queries that would be coming in over the next few days. That sort of gossip would spread quickly and would need reliable confirmation, so who else would they turn to? ----- It was fortunate the bed was so large. As the months passed and Cilla grew we found she tended to toss about a bit and ended up needing about half the bed to herself. Not that she didn't cuddle with us or didn't want sex but afterwards she couldn't lie in the one spot for as long and seemed to be turning back and forth through the night in an attempt to get comfortable. I ended up in the middle a lot of the time so Cilla could use my chest for a pillow. Since Sonia's chest wasn't that much more padded than mine I couldn't see why she couldn't be the pillow more often but I didn't complain. Why should I? Sonia cuddled from the other side and more often than not I found my nipples being sucked and licked from both sides while two hands played with and sometimes fought over my cock. Sometimes we would start out with Cilla in the middle. We could suck her growing tits, tender from time to time, and smooth our hands over the bulge containing our much desired offspring. We slid our questing fingers through her luxurious fur to find and caress her wet pussy, taking turns to kneel between her thighs, covered by the blankets, as we ate her. On most occasions I would slip into her and tenderly make love while she lay her head in Sonia's lap as Sonia caressed her breasts. Often she would turn to lay her head on my chest after these sessions and Sonia would spoon in behind her, her hands on the bulging new life. Then we would all turn and Cilla would spoon into Sonia's back with my limp cock lying beside her pussy as I cuddled into her back. It was a night like this when Sonia and I felt the first stirrings before Cilla. Cilla had dropped off and Sonia and I were feeling dozy as we lay together. I could just feel Sonia's finger tips in my back as she rested her palms on Cilla's abdomen. She felt the kick that landed in my back and sat up. "Did you feel that?" "Yes" I replied. I disengaged Cilla's arm and turned around to place my own hands next to Sonia's. We waited and had almost given up when there was another push. It wasn't a strong kick this time, more the sliding of a foot from one side to the other. But we both felt it. "Cilla. Cilla love. Did you feel the baby moving?" It took us a while but she eventually opened her eyes sleepily. "No. What happened?" We told her and she rolled over onto her back. That did it. The baby reacted, apparently with surprise at being shifted, and this time Cilla alone felt it. We lay there for a while, our hands on Cilla's belly, hers over ours, waiting for more signs of the miracle of life but the little tyke had apparently gone back to sleep and so, eventually, did we. ----- Cilla enjoyed soaking in the tub; it eased her legs and she liked the luxurious feel of a mat of fragrant frothy bubbles. Sonia and I had to make do with the shower; what a hardship. Cilla liked to watch us which was convenient as we didn't mind an audience. Sonia was small enough that I could hold her while she wrapped her legs around my waist. I cupped her ass and bounced her slowly up and down on my prick. It tended to waste a fair bit of water as the warm stream poured over us, and the splashing into our faces was at times annoying, but it was a glorious was to screw. Sonia was able to kiss me as her arms encircled my neck. Se was also able to lean back to force herself further onto me. Sonia's weight would cause my prick to rub firmly inside her as the angle changed and she was able to slide along its hard length. It never seemed to take us long to come and when we did we both felt the overwhelming surge of pleasure that started in our groins and spread throughout our whole bodies. Sometimes we would share the bath with Cilla. There wasn't room for more than one but the ledge at one end was wide enough for me to sit on, my feet next to Cilla's legs. Sonia would sit on my lap and lean forward, holding her knees as she slowly raised and lowered herself on my prick. Cilla would watch us, stroking our legs and occasionally stroking her pussy so she came with us. She had a perfect view of Sonia's pussy with my prick skewered inside her tight hole. Once or twice she knelt in front of us, her belly between our knees as she kissed Sonia and played with her tits and pussy, tickling my balls as well. I think that was one of the best memories of Cilla's pregnancy with the four of us present while we made love as Sonia and I felt our legs being bumped by our impatient offspring. It certainly had us laughing and Cilla sat back rubbing her soapy hands over the taut skin while she watched Sonia's face change from laughter to an ecstatic grimace as the orgasm hit. Cilla knelt again (so much for a restful soak) and washed our privates when I slipped out of Sonia's vagina. I found her hand lovingly fondling my limp prick and sack, my balls being gently bounced from one finger to the next in a one-handed version of a Mexican wave. She slid a finger inside Sonia, drawing out the residue of our lovemaking and washing her pussy with handfuls of water. We knelt be the side of the bath and shared the "onerous" task of washing the soon-to-be mother's back and, though help wasn't needed, front. As the water drained away Cilla got some finger-fucking from whoever was lucky enough to get the front. We normally had Cilla coming for us before the bath got too cold and on those occasions when we didn't, we made up for it in the bedroom. We would help Cilla out and used our softest (and largest) towels to gently dry her then we dusted her with talc before leading her back to our bed. The baby had been conceived there with all three of us participating in the love making and we joined Cilla there for some more loving, a little more subdued now. ----- I was puzzled at first. If we were in a waterbed I would have suspected a leak. I would have been half right. Who would have expected a lactating woman would end up making the sheet too damp to sleep on. She sleepily apologised as I got a fresh sheet. Fortunately the mattress wasn't affected too much and I laid a tea-towel over it before spreading the sheet. Sonia comforted Cilla while I smoothed it down and restored the covers. It wasn't her fault but she felt things more just then and I joined them to add my reassurances as well. We stood there by the bed for a little while, just having a three way hug, when Sonia noticed the droplets forming on Cilla's nipples. "Look", she said and pointed. The droplets on Sonia's side coalesced into a larger drop which ran down the curve of Cilla's swollen breast. Sonia bent her head and stopped it with her tongue. "That's sweet" she said and ran her tongue over the seepage on the nipple. Cilla gave a little shudder and put her hand behind Sonia's head. She turned to me. "Wouldn't you like some too?" "Why don't we get back into bed. We don't need to get cold." Cilla was between us as we tentatively approached her. I don't know about Sonia but my mouth was watering with anticipation. I was curious and eager to satisfy that curiosity. I was careful as I took a distended tit in my mouth; I didn't want to hurt Cilla. I noticed the area behind the leaking nipple was lumpy and my lip-covered teeth gently massaged them while I sucked. I was rewarded with a mouthful of warm sweet milk. It was nothing like that which came out of a carton! Sonia was right. "Bottle this and make a fortune", I thought. I looked across; Sonia was equally engrossed. Cilla had her hands on our heads; she wasn't letting us go anywhere so I had to assume that she found our suckling pleasurable. I settled down, laying across the bed with my feet over the edge. My head rested against Cilla's belly and she put her arm around me, holding me tight to her enormous mammary (boy had they grown over the past couple of months!); I suckled for what seemed ages. "What's it like?" Cilla asked. "Mine's chocolate. How bout you Sonia?" She released "her" tit. "Strawberry. Want to swap?" "Seriously guys!" "Your milk is delicious. It is unbelievably sweet." I had a thought. I returned to my teat and filled my mouth. Without swallowing I kissed Cilla, transferring the sample to her mouth. It may sound gross but when you consider all the saliva you swap when you kiss, well. And some people wouldn't think twice about sharing gum. Or think about sucking on someone's privates. A little saliva mixed in is nothing. It certainly didn't worry us and Cilla appreciated finding out just how good her milk factory was. I had to catch up with Sonia. I'm not sure if this should be considered as a midnight snack or breakfast in bed. Cilla lay there enjoying the sensations - perhaps we should help out every night. ----- Sonia and Cilla shared their Gynaecologist and she had been accepting of our union, though surprised at first. She had a number of single women and lesbian couples who had organised their own artificial inseminations or who had shared a bed with a very good male friend on a once- only basis for a more natural method. We merely took things an extra step and her concern was solely with Cilla and our baby. It was two days before Sonia's birthday when Cilla first got us moving in a hurry. We were close enough to the maternity hospital that we could drive carefully and it was a relief to be able to concentrate on the driving while Sonia held Cilla's hand and reminded her of the breathing exercises we had both sat through. That too had been a bit of a laugh. With husbands and expectant wives spread around the room, and an occasional friend or relative subbing for a missing husband, we were an oddity with two helpers. Sonia and I took turns being "Dad", encouraging and supporting "Mum" as she coped with the imaginary contractions. One woman did ask Cilla about us and got a truthful answer which left her flabbergasted. The next week (the last) we found ourselves being surreptitiously peered at by the whole room. It appears the instructor was the only one who hadn't heard. Still the practice did come in handy even if it was a false alarm. Sonia and I had taken annual leave prior to the impending birth so we were both at home. This helped Cilla in that someone was always home with her though we tried not to smother her. We came back from the hospital after Cilla had been checked out and received the news, "Not yet". It was a long day. Sonia and I took turns in giving Cilla backrubs and we sat on the floor massaging her raised legs. All three sets of impending grandparents visited during the day and I think it was the sight of Sonia caring for their daughter that finally convinced Ron and Ruby that this was not an aberration but a real and lasting love. At least they bent to kiss her goodbye as well as their daughter and finally me. When I came back from seeing them off I found Sonia and Cilla in each other's arms bawling happily. That night we lay together with both women once again resting against me. We had not planned more than a restful cuddle but Cilla began stroking on my hardening prick as she looked over at Sonia across my chest. "Make love to him", she told Sonia. "I want to watch you one more time before I have to go into hospital." Cilla probably could have made love, carefully, but didn't want anything to happen now she was this close to having the baby. She could experience it through us though and moved back a little so Sonia could lie along my body. I liked it when she did that. It was good when Cilla did but I couldn't support her weight for as long and it certainly hadn't been a suitable position for the last couple of months if not longer. Sonia's tits had grown over the last couple of years and her form had filled out just a little. She was no taller though and barely any heavier and supporting her weight was a joy, especially with my erection trapped between her thighs. As her breasts were squashed on my chest we kissed. Softly at first then with more passion, our tongues entwined. We broke apart and both turned to the woman lying next to us; the woman who was going to bear our child. Cilla leaned over and kissed me, our tongues playful. "I love you darling", my hand found hers. "I love you too dear." She turned to Sonia. "And you too my sweet, sweet, Sonia." They kissed, Sonia's cheek resting against my lips. I kissed her while she and Cilla celebrated their love with their joined mouths. Sonia turned back and found my mouth with hers. "Love me Glyn. Start practicing to put a baby in my belly too." We knew she had half decided to follow Cilla's lead and were comfortable with what that involved; This was not the first time she had made a clear statement that she wanted to go ahead with it. I wondered whether Cilla's forthcoming experience would change that. I got a condom from out of a bedside drawer and Cilla put it on me as Sonia wriggled up my body. She had come off the pill after discussing it with her doctor to let her body resume it's own hormonal control in anticipation of trying in earnest. We had been using condoms (which still came in handy even with one "wife" pregnant and the other on the pill) whenever the calendar seemed risky, accepting the risk at other times as the small chance of an accidental pregnancy would only bring the event forward by around a month from when it was planned. When it was in place Cilla tickled Sonia's pussy and she sat up and reached between her legs to position me at the entrance to her vagina. With a little wriggle I felt her engulf me. She started rocking and I put my arm around Cilla to draw her into my side. "Oh Cilla it feels so good. She's tight and warm and slippery and it's so nice." Cilla wasn't participating but we could include her. I ran my hand up and down her spine. "Mmmm, yes", Sonia added. "He's so hard inside me. I can feel him move back and forth." I reached up to rub her breast with my free hand and she leaned forward and put hers on my shoulders. "More please just like that. Cilla sweetheart, he's stretching my nipple and it's sort of tingly. Now he's cupping my breast and his fingers are just running over the skin. It's nice and his prick is SO good. Hunngh" Sonia ground herself onto my prick. She swirled her hips in a circle that rubbed her sensitive clit across my pubic bone while at the same time giving the whole of the inside of her vagina a robust massage. Cilla gripped Sonia's leg as Sonia called out, a little overdramatically, "Yes. I'm coming, Oh Yes!" I had no reason to doubt her as the pounding she was giving me while making only short movements was unbelievable. I certainly couldn't hold out. "Here it comes love." I moved my hand from her breast around behind her back as she leaned forward onto me. Trying to keep me inside, she stretched her legs back one at a time to lay along me again - my prick was trapped inside at a not quite pleasant angle but not inconvenient enough to warrant getting her to move. Cilla's face was next to hers and they kissed again while I hugged them. I eventually plopped out of Sonia but we were too comfortable to bother moving. We had to change the sheet in the morning and we were both a bit crusty (have you tried to get dried semen out of pubic hair?) but for now it didn't matter. "I love both you ladies", was my last comment for the night. ----- The next day was a little less eventful, at least at first. We had a quiet morning (spent mainly washing and ironing - you get the bad with the good and with normally three of us things don't take too long) and Rick and Renate turned up just before lunch and joined us. They left us mid-afternoon but hadn't been gone for more than fifteen minutes when Cilla decided to give us another scare. The doctor had been suggesting the day after Sonia's birthday as the likely date NOT the day before, though she had pointed out that it was hard to get the babies to read the calendar. Still we were now experienced expectant "Dads" and knew we didn't have to rush off immediately. Cilla walked around a bit to ease things between some very irregular contractions. The hospital didn't really want to see us until they were in the order of half an hour apart considering how close we lived and Cilla's healthy state. At present it wasn't possible to find a pattern as Cilla might feel a couple of quick ripples through her body in the space of as many minutes and then nothing for ages. I think they may have counted as part of the same contraction but didn't know enough to be sure. Cilla may just have been being brave but she said that they weren't too bad. "Too bad" - sounds like being damned with faint praise. She said that they were sharp while the contraction was occurring but then things eased off and everything was all right. She did appreciate having the both of us there though. We couldn't help stop the pain but she knew we loved her and were with her. None of us were interested in eating when dinner time came around. We had been giving Cilla the occasional drink though she dreaded having a full bladder and now regretted having had lunch. She was a bit embarrassed at having to be helped to the toilet but figured collapsing or falling would be worse. I must admit that we weren't all that much happier; it can be hard to see your loved one in such a position know there is nothing you can do but wait. It was just getting dark when we helped her out to the car. The times were getting steadily shorter though her waters hadn't broken yet. That was just words to us then. We knew the technical details but had no way to understand what the term really meant. At least until we were checking in. If Cilla thought being helped to the bathroom was embarrassing she soon realised that finding out what having her "waters break" meant while being assisted to the check-in counter, with quite a few people in the corridor, was on a whole new level of embarrassment. A wheelchair was quickly provided and a "Danger wet floor" cone put in place until a cleaner could arrive. I sent an apologising Cilla off with Sonia to the delivery ward while I completed the admission details; not a long job since most of the information had been provided a week or so earlier when we had confirmed a long standing booking. I was escorted to the room where Cilla was being prepared. She would be monitored here for a while before being transferred to one of the delivery suites. Sonia was waiting on a bench outside the room and I put my arm around her while we waited for the nurses to give us permission to enter. Sonia was finding it hard; she was worried for Cilla even though she knew there was no reason to suspect any complications. I held her too me and caressed her temples as she leaned against my chest and tried to stifle a sob. I gave her a handkerchief and she straightened herself out. She didn't want Cilla to see her upset and she realised it was more that she associated hospitals with the death of her father. The fact he was DOA as a result of a drunken driver didn't stop the association in her mind. Perhaps a happier event would change that. I was giving her a kiss when a nurse came out to tell us we could go in. She stopped in her tracks; she had seen some inconsiderate fathers over the years but it was the first time she had seen one kissing another woman while the mother was about to give birth. "Ahem. You can come in now." We looked around. "Thank you", I said. I turned back to Sonia and gave her another quick kiss. "Come on. She'll be right and so will you." I took the handkerchief and dried the last of the tears then put my arm around her to lead her past the still astonished nurse. Cilla was happy to have us back again and we stood to one side of her bed, facing her as she lay on her side. "Cilla will be staying here until she has to go in for her epidural", said a nurse. "You can stay with her until then and then we will take you to the lounge until she's prepared." They had found out it was our first and were very supportive. They didn't find it strange that Sonia would be here for the birth; things had gone from only medical staff being present, to just the husband (no suggestion of unwed fathers getting a look in), to perhaps the mother's parents or her older children, to permitting a full Hollywood film crew making War and Peace in the delivery room; having an extra "friend" wasn't at all out of the ordinary though having the father snogging with her was - and the mother didn't seem to care he had his arm around her! We were there for a little while before a very relaxed anaesthetist turned up to fit the epidural. They wouldn't actually start pumping the drugs in until Cilla needed them but it was better to get the fittings in place while there was no panic. He asked the same questions all over again, making sure no-one had stuffed up - it would be his responsibility and he couldn't rely on anyone but himself. When he was satisfied Cilla was trundled away and we were dismissed for the present; led away to a lounge where we could make ourselves a coffee. Father, and even family and friends, could share the glorious occasion of the birth but mere medical procedures were given some privacy. I took a bit longer than we expected, in part I am sure by the anxiety we both felt. I was the one getting tense now and Sonia sat on my lap to hold my cheek against her chest. It was the same nurse; Mr Murphy wouldn't have had it any other way. Her disapproval was tangible as she escorted us into the delivery suite via a change room. Sonia and I could hardly keep from laughing. It certainly eased our spirits. Cilla looked up as we came in our theatre pant suits, paper slippers and paper shower caps. The sight made her smile. The room was set up more like a bedroom than an operating theatre with the necessary monitoring and resuscitation equipment made less obtrusive while still being readily available if required. We were able to stand each side of her, holding a hand each and getting a welcoming kiss though we hadn't been apart all that long. I think the positioning was to keep us out of the "area of interest" leaving it free for the medical staff that drifted in and out. The welcoming kisses I KNOW were with a sense of relief Cilla wasn't "alone" any more. It turned out "our" nurse was the one who was responsible for monitoring Cilla's condition until it was time to call in the big guns. She kept one eye on Cilla, one on the monitor and one on each of us; it was a good thing she wore glasses. Cilla gripped our hands when the spasms hit and we helped her to get through them and then supported her as she walked around with her lower body somewhat numbed by the anaesthetic she had finally requested. She was feeling awkward and impatient. It didn't help her to hear that first births often took longer and tended to be more unpredictable. ----- We were still doing the same thing five hours later. It had been almost six and a half hours since we had bundled Cilla into the car and a new day had started even if the dawn was still some way off. When I realised I turned to Sonia and gave her a hug and a big kiss. "Happy birthday darling." That brought the nurses head up. Cilla raised her head. "Oh yes. A very happy birthday sweetheart." Boy did that turn the nurse's head. Just in time to see Sonia kneel by Cilla's side for their own hug and kiss. It became obvious that they were more than friends. Sonia beamed at Cilla. "And look at you, you clever thing. You're going to give me the best possible present - a son or daughter to share my birthday. I was thinking of getting pregnant next month but if it doesn't happen until November you might end up sharing YOUR birthday. It certainly would make it easier to remember birthdays in our family." It was funny, that was actually the first time the word had been used by any of us to mean "us". Up until that moment "families" meant our individual parents and siblings. With our first child struggling (not quite hard enough apparently) to join us it really struck us that our love was taking us to a new level. Scary in its novelty but eagerly anticipated none-the- less. ----- I won't say the actual birth was anticlimactic because it was anything but. It was both easy and hard for me at the same time and I'm only thankful that the anaesthetic eased the pain if not the stress for Cilla. She had the hard job and I DO understand she didn't really mean all the nasty things she said she was going to do to my prick if I got her pregnant again. The gynaecologist, anaesthetist and nursing staff all had grins when they heard that. Sonia wasn't so sure how to take things and wasn't too sure now if getting pregnant herself was a good idea. At least Cilla hadn't turned on her. She didn't feel much better when the baby's head made its first appearance. I had to steady her while I wondered who was steadying me. I knew how snug Cilla was. How could something that large ...? The doctor was talking to Cilla throughout, encouraging her and letting her know how well she was doing. Sonia decided she preferred supporting Cilla from the other end and moved to take her hand, telling her how wonderful she was and how the baby was coming and it was almost over. Cilla held her arm with the other hand as she gave the push that brought our child into the world. The doctor eased the baby out and siphoned its nostrils before resting it on Cilla's now flatter belly with the announcement "You have a little girl and we'll just let her rest there for a minute before we cut the cord." Sonia kissed Cilla and I moved in from the other side. I gave her a kiss as she put her finger into our daughter's tiny hand. "You realise I'm even more outnumbered now." I smiled at the mother of our new-born child. It was hard to believe that the small bloody skun rabbit was such a beautiful thing, no - person. The doctor had been checking for the right number of bits and pieces before clamping the final physical link between Cilla and our little girl. She apologised for interrupting Cilla's introduction to her baby and promised to bring her right back before putting her into the soft towelling held by one of the nurses. The baby was given a warm wash and checked out before having her vital statistics taken. Full term, of moderate size and not stressed by the birth, she was healthy and scrubbed up with a beautiful head of reddish brown hair. Wrapped in a soft blanket, she was given to Cilla to hold first. That was only fair after the past eight hours (and nine months). "Have you chosen a name?" asked "our" nurse, a lot friendlier after having had a quiet talk to the Gynaecologist. We had of course spent some time on that issue and had decided on one nomination being chosen from each of our suggestions. We then tried out the combinations until we were happy with the result. Cilla started, "Valerie". "Rebecca", I added. "Marie", finished Sonia. The nurse jotted it down. "And the surname?" Oh! How had we missed discussing that. We looked back and forth from one to another. Farrier? Robbins? Hull even? A hyphenated combination? "Farrier?", I asked Cilla. "No", she replied, "I'm a bit old-fashioned." She turned to Sonia. "I think it is better if our children all have the same family name and I'm going to take Glyn's, so I think 'Robbins' is best. What do you think?" "Hmm, 'Sonia Robbins'? 'Cilla Robbins'? 'Valerie Rebecca Marie Robbins'? They all sound good." She turned to me. "Well Mr Robbins are you happy to share the house with three Ms Robbins?" I turned to the nurse. "Valerie Rebecca Marie ... Robbins it is then." She finished writing with a smile before turning to prepare a card for the crib. "If you would like to say goodbye for now, you might like to make any phone calls and freshen up while we give Cilla a wash and settle her in her room for the rest of the night." We kissed Cilla again and took the details with us as we sought the phone through the quiet hospital. I took Sonia in my arms when we got to the foyer and spun her around while I kissed her. "We have a daughter!" She shushed me and kissed me again. We had given our parents warning of the impending event and they had all asked to be notified regardless of the time. Just after two am, it wasn't TOO late; if they hadn't stayed up I was sure they would be dozing by the phone, unable to sleep. "Who first?" "Cilla's parents I think", Sonia replied. "True. You call." I deliberately wanted them to associate the good news with Sonia. Sonia dialled and a sleepy voice answered. "Mr Farrier?" She had called him that for so long that "Ron" was difficult and "Dad" seemed impossible. "Yes?" "Sonia here. We have a daughter and both are doing well. Yes thank you, I'll tell him. Valerie. Yes it is. Thank you; it will be. Ok, 3740 g and 47 cm. Oh and she has brown hair with red tints. Yes, we'll see her in a minute and say goodnight and let her get some rest. Around lunchtime I think. Okay, Bye." She turned with a smile. "They were thankful I called and they gave US their congratulations and they remembered it was my birthday and, oh I don't know, he was just so nice to me." She burst out crying. I cuddled her and kissed her hair. We all want to be accepted and it had been hard on both Sonia and Cilla for so long. Things might not turn out to be perfect but they were a darn sight better than they had been. "Okay do you want to call your Mum next?" "You can call your parents at the same time. There ARE two phones." She gave me a bossy smile and I picked up the other receiver at the time as she did. Sonia's mother was the only one who hadn't gone to bed and Sonia passed on the details. Diane wasn't sure about turning up to visit but Sonia insisted and made a time so she could be there too. I too was congratulated on my good fortune and my parents sent their love for both Cilla and Sonia. I promised to pass it on and let them get back to sleep. The phones would be busy in the morning. Of that I WAS sure. We found Cilla's room and passed on the messages. I stroked the hair away from the side of her temple and realised just how much she meant to me. She was tired and sore; she had been given something to ease the discomfort as the epidural wore off and was happy to just lie there resting. She responded briefly to our questions as we looked adoringly on the little one in her crib with clear plastic sides but didn't initiate any conversations. We had been given the briefest holds of little Valerie on our way to the phones and were almost tempted to have another. The possibility of disturbing her at the late hour and then causing Cilla any distress controlled our paternal/maternal tendencies. It would have to wait for morning. Cilla barely noticed our goodbyes and that was probably best. It had been a longer day than any of us had expected and we needed our rest too. Sonia snuggled up to me in the car going home. Though it had been Cilla who had expended most of the effort required, we had experienced a wonderful event and had bonded more strongly because of it. Sonia had the shower running by the time I had put the car away and I joined her under its hot stream. It was late and I soaped myself before giving her back a scrubbing which helped ease the ache from standing and from sitting in not so comfortable chairs for so long. She gave me a hug and helped rinse me off before hopping our to rub herself down. No mutual rub downs tonight we wanted our bed and enough sleep to get us through the rest of what was becoming a shorter and shorter today. I turned out the light and hopped in to cuddle close to Sonia while the sheets warmed up. "Happy birthday", I told her again. "It has been you know. A 'happy' 'birth' 'day'. I couldn't have asked for a nicer present than Valerie Rebecca Marie." "It hasn't made you rethink having your own?" "I did a bit but Cilla seems fine now and when you look at our little girl ..." She turned over. "Give me my birthday present please. I want to love you now and, yes, I do want your child too." I slipped into position over her and kissed her, trailing them from her mouth and neck down to her breasts. Her arms were around my neck, her fingers delving through my hair as she arched her back to bring her tit closer to my face. I nuzzled a while and returned to her sensitive neck then kissed her again, our tongues entwining as I found the entrance and slid inside. As my body pumped inside her Sonia responded and I felt her nails gently digging into my back. I moved a little forward and the angle of my penis inside her changed making it rub more on head and shaft. Our spirits soared and Sonia held my cheeks between her hands as she kissed me feverishly. If I hadn't been aware that her menses were almost upon her I would have thought she was trying to create a child tonight. It was a thought I was looking forward to. I wondered if I would feel the same way in a few months with a houseful of nappies. I consoled myself that at least I found pregnant women attractive. As we came and collapsed together I realised with Cilla recovering for around six weeks and Sonia trying to get pregnant towards the end of that period, Sonia and I would probably be making a lot more love together for a while. With that pleasant thought and a peck on the lips from the "other" new mum, I dropped off. ----- We were up early to join Cilla at the hospital. We had been invited to participate in Valerie's bathing and changing. Okay it doesn't sound a thrill a minute but we WANTED to get to know our little girl and how to look after her. And even including the black shitty nappy, the experience was rewarding with each moment making all three of us fonder of the darling little girl. There was a little difficulty when we first turned up as it was supposed to be fathers only until 11 to give those mothers who had a restless night a little more time to recover before the visitor invasion began. "I'm sorry ma'am, but morning visits are reserved for parents only." "It's alright then because this is the baby's mother." I took Sonia's arm and led her past the guardian of the ward, leaving her glaring at my back. "One extra person wouldn't matter", she supposed; it certainly wasn't worth making trouble with an obvious smart aleck. When the visitors started rolling in Sonia and I were obviously of far less importance than the grand-daughter or niece and her recovering, though still sore, mother. Cilla had greeted us warmly. She had slept through the night and was feeling refreshed. She was already looking far slimmer than she had for months and beamed with happiness when she frequently looked over at her tiny form. Tiny as she was it was hard to believe the tiny girl suckling at her mother's breast had actually fitted inside her mother's belly. Looks like Sonia and I would be missing out on that luxury in future. Maybe an occasional sip; I couldn't resent the loss when Valerie was the gain. It seems strange to talk about being proud. Certainly my efforts had little to do with the production of such a beautiful girl. A share of the gene mix over which I had no say. Certainly I can accept the joy I gave to Cilla that day was a matter of skill and love but Sonia contributed just as much and Cilla returned it in full. To be proud of Cilla was understandable if not easy to explain. Once little Valerie had made her existence known Cilla was committed regardless of the consequences. I suppose I was proud of the way she took the strains of the last few months and the stresses of the last few hours. I certainly was brimming with love for her. The there was Sonia. I was definitely proud of how she had taken to our daughter. She certainly was OURS not just Cilla's and mine. I WAS proud of the way she had been openly loving and supportive towards Cilla throughout the night. It was not easy to face other people's antipathy if not outright hostility. Finally I was proud of Valerie. Just for being lovely and healthy and here. So none of it made sense; it didn't stop it being true. -- As one would expect Cilla's parents were first through the door on the stroke of 11. They greeted us all and stood by the crib - their first grandchild! Jean and Trevor followed them in with Cilla's youngest sister, Andrea, and congratulated us, held the baby, marvelled at her size and hair and general appearance and then disappeared to let John come in with her twin brothers. Sonia's mother Diane showed up shortly after and I was delighted to hear Ruby agree with her when she commented favourably on "THEIR" grand-daughter. Sonia was sitting on the side of Cilla's bed at the time and Cilla put her arm around her waist when she heard this. My family turned up soon after lunch. Sonia and I had left Cilla briefly when her tray was delivered to grab something simple ourselves and when we got back she allocated the job of changing the wet nappy to the pair of us. She was getting us trained up early. Sonia got a hug and a kiss on their way past to reach Cilla who was giving Valerie another feed. Cilla, tit out, was surrounded by my parents and my younger brother and sister, Dylan and Anna. My "former" family was not worried by simple nudity between family or close friends and considered, quite sensibly, that a breastfeeding mother was a perfectly natural sight rather than a "tit"illation. Cilla had flashed her tits to others often enough that she shouldn't have been shy and I think it was just the suddenness of their appearance that threw her for a little while. She certainly recovered soon enough and was happy to pass Valerie to my mother while she was swapping sides. When Sonia and I left that evening the walls were a display of flowers and soft toys. It had been a long day - at least Cilla got a relatively soft bed to lie on when she wasn't being encouraged to take another short slow walk - I think hospitals select chairs with the minimum comfort possible to encourage visitors to leave quickly. Rick and Renate were away and not likely to be back until Cilla was home. Ha! Unless something serious happened she would be home in three days time. The hospitals only want sick people. We certainly wanted her there but I at least was happier knowing she had more skilful helpers around just now when she was ..., not weakest, but ... you know. We stopped off at a Thai takeaway on the way home having skipped our meal rather than leaving Cilla and Valerie again and ate it together in the lounge as we relaxed properly for the first time that day. We were too shagged to think about more than just cuddling that night. Fortunately the morning sun found us revived and I woke to find Sonia sliding my morning hard on into her personally prepared quim. It was the perfect way to wake up. I confess to laying there letting her do all the work. Come on, we all like to get spoilt occasionally and after all she started it! I did slip my hands along her ribcage leaving my thumbs over her nipples. The gentle stroking seemed to be appreciated though I think Sonia was much more concerned with the feelings her pelvic rotations were causing in both of us. I was pushing up with my hips as I felt the pressure build. Oh god this was going to be good. Sonia fortunately felt the same way and it showed as she came moments before I fountained inside her. With the absence of any sexual urgency, the shower we shared was quiet, comforting and very sensual. Our hands roamed each others bodies and slowly rebuilt the fires we had just quenched. Sonia leaned back against the cool tiles and deliberately put herself on display in front of me, holding her breasts in both hands then sliding them down over her still sudsy belly and through the sparse straight black hair that held small shining droplets of water. I watched each movement and saw every detail. It was hard to stay on my side of the shower. Sonia's hands crept between her thighs. I couldn't see her pussy from this angle but there was no doubting about where her probing fingers were disappearing. "Play with yourself", she commanded. "I want to see you come." I started stroking, reaching for the soap when my wet skin required more lubrication. I looked at her face and saw her staring at my prick as I encircled it with thumb and pointer finger. I looked down at her own hands and began stroking. As I watched Sonia squirmed a little. Her ass pressing against cold tiles caused her to thrust her hips forward which made it look as though she was fucking her fingers rather than using her fingers to fuck herself. My hand moved faster, the ring just brushing along the shaft to make firmer contact against the more sensitive head. I really didn't need a lot of stimulation. Watching a beautiful young naked woman frigging herself was stimulation enough and it was far too soon as the surge of white fluid soared through the still spraying water to splash down onto Sonia's taut belly. It started leaving a trail towards her black fur triangle as the second splash hit just below it, matting the hair. A third hit the back of her wrist as her frenzied fingering of her clit brought about her own emission, a spurt of fluid which hit the floor between her feet to be rapidly swirled down the drain. We came together (No, not THAT came) under the shower spray, Sonia taking my now empty pistol in her hand as I wrapped my arms around her. The water flooded our faces as we kissed, forcing us to hold our breaths and to screw up our eyes. My spent semen spread over our pubes as we brought our bodies as close together as we could possibly be without starting over again. ----- When Cilla came home it was a happy occasion. Though our spare room was ready for Valerie, for now her bassinet was located either in the lounge or in our bedroom. We had plenty of visitors and by mid-afternoon Cilla was eager to retreat to the bedroom to have a rest. She had been told to avoid sex until given a clearance by her Gynaecologist at her six week appointment. We had been told that Cilla had been lucky with only a little tear that didn't even require stitching. Valerie apparently was on the smaller side of "normal" as far as head circumference was concerned and this had made the delivery easier. We declined to be the ones who told Cilla that her eight or so hours of labour was being labelled "easy". Sonia and I let her rest. Valerie had eaten and had been changed and had settled back down. It was nice to have a satisfied baby. Cilla remembered when Andrea had turned up; she had kept them all awake some nights. I vaguely remembered something similar with my sister Anna but it was easier for Cilla, she was thirteen at the time while I was only five. Sonia, the baby of her family had no experience with real babies. Her brother Hugh lived too far away for her to have been able to play "Auntie". We sat in the lounge watching TV and Sonia sat on my lap and rested her head against my chest as I leaned back in the armchair. I slipped my hand up under her blouse and she leaned forward to let me unfasten her bra. I pushed the cups up over tits that provided no impediment. "I hope my tits grow when I'm pregnant!" "Your tits are nice as they are and if they do grow I'll find them just as nice then. You worry too much about them; they are lovely and so are you." I got a hug for that and we snuggled together. When it was time for bed Cilla was looking forward to a shower. We helped her undress and held her hands as we made our way to the larger shower through the unit. It was nice to have her home. We had seen her every day, spending more time with her than we normally would when we were at work but it wasn't the same as having her here. The nights couldn't have been lonely for us but were a little for Cilla and she too was happy to be back in our arms. We discussed the sleeping arrangements. Since Cilla had come through the experience fairly easily she was only tender in one or two spots. Those however did tend to be sore enough to make her wary of any contact. It wasn't that we would intentionally touch her there, just that after four years of living together we found ourselves fumbling with each other (in a very nice way) when half asleep. The ladies often fell asleep with my prick in their hand and I often had a breast or pudendum cupped in one or other or both of mine. On one or two occasions I even fell asleep while my limp prick was being gently suckled after we had managed to satisfy each other several times over. Cilla thought it best if I slept in the middle for now so she could use me as a pillow when required. We arranged ourselves after saying goodnight to our little one and turned out the light. I was on my back and both ladies had rested their heads on my chest. While I had to move after a while this was both comfortable and comforting. Sonia and Cilla were able to exchange a soft kiss with only a little effort and I was able to stroke my fingers along their backbones. Cilla may be crossed off the receiving list but she felt she could still be a donor and began to lick "her" nipple. Sonia noticed the movement and my response and began the same on her side. It was more than just nice and John Thomas was rising to show his appreciation. I felt a wetness along my side and Cilla said, "Damn!" She had sprung another leak. "Valerie hasn't been drinking as much as I can produce at the moment and I've had to use pads to soak up the extra. I thought I would try sleeping without a bra but looks like they were right. Excuse me." Cilla got up and turned on the light. We watched as she found her maternity bra and put it on. Now I find a pregnant woman to be very sexy. I can't be the only one or Vanity Fair covers wouldn't be so popular. A woman who isn't pregnant yet can also be sexy; that's how they end up pregnant in the first place. But a woman who was just pregnant is a little different. You can love someone and find them stimulating because of that without necessarily finding them sexy. Look at old married couples. They may not, neither of them, have the physique to turn the other on but the knowledge of the love they have shared over the years can still build a fire in the cellar that can be a pleasure trying to extinguish. Cilla's body was a mixture. Her breasts had become larger and looked magnificent whether exposed or enclosed in the supporting bra. Her stomach had lost the swelling but now showed the faint reflective stretch lines that testified to her role in the presence of the little girl sleeping peacefully close by. She had been lucky in avoiding circulation problems and had watched her diet so she had neither the blue knotted lines on her legs nor the layers of fat at waist and hip. Not the beauty she had been and would be again, she was however ours and we loved her. She came back to sit on the bed as she found the remaining couple of nursing pads in the box she had brought with her from the hospital. "Looks like we're going shopping in the morning. I hope these last the night." She considered her minor predicament. She addressed us, "Valerie is getting enough to drink; her weight gain is what it is supposed to be. Would you mind helping me. I could try expressing the milk but it takes so long." Sonia and I were both happy to help and Cilla lay back where she was sitting. We each opened our flap at the front of the bra and two segments of breast poked through where we had folded the flaps back. We lay across the bed together with our mouths positioned next to the prominent nipples. ----- Valerie was ten months old when her brother, Warren Douglas Peter came along. She was eighteen months older when her sisters Kathleen (Katie) Samantha Ruth and Hannah Marlene Elizabeth were born three weeks apart to Cilla and Sonia respectively. Sonia's active motherhood gave Cilla a chance to finally nurse at her breast. When the "twins" came along we all had a taste treat. I refuse to say which teat I preferred, only that fond memory makes the taste sweeter and its loss a little sadder. We had moved into a house of our own design (well we told the architect what we wanted and he came up with the goods) soon after Warren was born. It wasn't long after that I heard all the jokes that made me hope he didn't wish we had named him something different. - What do you call a man with a rabbit up his ass? - What do you call a man with a shovel in his head? - What do you call a man buried in a bog? At least the girls appeared safe. A few months after our family grew to seven I got the chop. It wasn't that bad; I missed out on any serious swelling and was back in action at the end of the week. It did mean that little Warren and I would always be outnumbered though. ----- Your sex lives change a bit when you've got young kids around. We at least had three to share the load. Kids are definitely NOT a burden though they can take up a fair bit of your time. It wasn't all smooth sailing though, imagine four smart kids who try to play THREE parents off against each other - you have to keep more than one step ahead of them. Still it was a loving environment and, when the kids were asleep, we could still be loving together. Or, as often happened, one parent could take the brood on an outing while the others got down and got dirty. ----- If you've got the money to do things right you can end up with a cosy little nest. We had a master suite with a sunken jacuzzi in the ensuite bathroom on the other side of the house from the kids bedrooms. When they were young we were able to monitor them with a speaker system while knowing any noises we made were not likely to be heard in the still of the night. We moved in around the time of Sonia's six week check-up and when she came home with the official all clear she wanted to celebrate. Valerie was tucked into her bed around dusk and Warren changed, fed and changed again (and yet again - don't open a boy's nappy without having another handy for when the hose starts spraying!) before being laid to rest in his bassinet beside our bed. I might be willing to get up in the middle of the night to prepare him for Sonia but I'm not walking across the house! With the house settled we took a bottle of bubbly and some glasses (strong plastic actually) and moved into the hot tub. Sonia had been on the periphery for the last six weeks and tonight Cilla and I planned to show her just how much we loved her. ******************************************************** * CAVEAT : I don't recommend that you get your * * medical information from an erotic story * * site. This is fiction after all! * ********************************************************