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Scissors Sisters - Chapter Ten - By: Beverly Taff List of Characters: Me: Peter(Now Petra); Susan(Susie): My mother; Grandma: My granny; Aunty Pauline: My mother's twin sister; Charlotte: My younger sister (By one year); Persephone & Stephanie: My younger twin sisters (By 3 years); Emily & Judith: My twin cousins (2 days younger than I me); Janice: Grandma's live in maid; Uncle Reggie: Grandma Brother and a Baron; David: Emily's husband; Jack: My boss at work. (A Closet transvestite.); Henry and Penelope: My and Judith's twin children; Susan and Jane: Emily and David's children, my nieces; Jaunita: A Lesbian Plumber; Marina: A Lesbian electrician; Charlie: A Gay Carpenter; Eddie: A Gay Bricklayer. Scissors Sisters - Chapter Ten With the finances sorted for the third and fourth warehouses and number one warehouse showing promises of being swiftly filled I found myself with time to relax. I didn't get much involved with the physical work after all I was built like a woman, looked like a woman and behaved like a woman. Nobody could seriously expect me to pitch in with mixing cement or sawing wood. Eddie and Charlie were more than competent at that side of stuff. Besides, my expertise lay with organising the deals and that's where the money lay. I was only required to go to my office apartment and check up on progress whilst sorting out admin and finance. This gave me lots of time to live with Judith and enjoy watching my first twins grow whilst Judith baked us a second pair. (Yes more twins! Twins don't run in our families, they gallop!) By the time Judith was ready to pop with our second set of twins, the first warehouse was coming to fruition. Nearly all the apartments had been let whilst some of the tenants had paid extra to have their 'off plan' apartments built to their own specifications. Usually it was some bizarre twist associated with their alternative sexualities but we were usually ahead of the game. (Hey! Come on, we ourselves covered the general spectrum of sexual deviations and so we were quick to spot the unacceptable ones. Anything too suspect or unacceptable was discreetly filtered out and somehow another bidder got the apartment. By now, Juanita and Marina were both on maternity leave and attending the same hospital as Judith. Eddie and Charlie were doubling as site foremen for all the trades. Whilst Eddie and Charlie supervised the work, I played mummy to Henry and Penelope whilst running around doing errands for all three mothers. After all I was the daddy-mum to all the children and it was a daddy- mum's duty to see them right. Naturally, during their pregnancies Juanita and Marina had learned of my earlier suckling of my first-born Henry and Penelope. Judith had told them everything. Women, huh, they just can't stop gossiping! Juanita and Marina were intrigued to find if I would help them in their maternal duties. "After all Petra," declared Juanita, "we are plumber and electrician yess? We can't afford to let work go unsupervised for too long. You only push pen no? That takes no strength! You can feed babies while looking at papers yess!" I looked at my wife Judith accusingly but she simply smiled sweetly. She knew I enjoyed being a mummy as well as a daddy. My heart softened as I wagged my head and smiled. Marina caught my smile and grinned knowingly. "See, you a girl at heart yess! You like feed babies yess!" I could not deny it so I nodded agreement. Once again I would have to go on the lactation hormones. I had my old English doctor contact my American doctor and they sorted out the pills. By the time the babies arrived, my breasts were aching to be suckled. This time we set up a nursing cr?che in the spare unit next door to my old office apartment. This way I would suckle Juanita and Marina's babies during the day whilst they would deliver and collect them and suckle their own at night. Naturally, news of the cr?che got around the apartments and within a month, two more mothers had deposited their newborns there for care whilst they returned to work. Even though these other two babies were normally being bottle fed, I had excessive milk and secretly slipped the other two babies onto my breasts for a brief top up and to relieve my aching udders. We also had to employ a new girl to help with the extra duties. Juanita and Marina had found Maria amongst their own crowd and she was only just out of high school. She was kid going nowhere until Juanita put her right. We decided to let Maria go to college part time and learn about child- care so that when we had completed our own nursing and caring duties, she could run a full time cr?che of her own. When the girl Maria was at college, Judith joined us with our babies and shared in the care duties. This worked because Judith was not quite able to feed our second two alone so she brought them over to me, (miss united dairy cow) for a daily top up. Boy oh boy! Were my tits ever busy, but I enjoyed it! The plan worked well for Juanita and Marina could always slip away from the job to see their babies. I was a little sorry when the children were finally weaned and I had to let my milk dry up. Still it was nice to think that I had helped another kid, Maria, from the wrong side of the tracks and given her a leg up the ladder. The cr?che continued to thrive. By now the club downstairs in warehouse two was becoming very successful. By accident, late one evening whilst doing some foundation investigations in Warehouse four, Eddie had discovered an old goods passage that ran under Main Street. At first he was stunned then when he entered it and measured it up, he realised that the far bricked up end must breast up against warehouse two across the street. He quickly boarded the tunnel up again then phoned me to tell me about it. I went straight down that same evening whilst nobody else was around. He was waiting inside the doorway so as not to be easily seen. I joined him and we slipped downstairs un-noticed. He pulled the boarding aside and we entered the passage. It was just big enough to drive a car along but as Eddie reported, the other end was bricked up. He had measured up and realised that this passage tunnelled right under Main Street. We stood shaking our heads in wonder as we inspected the partition. "There must have been a doorway or something," declared Eddie as he studied the brickwork closely. "Hey look, the bricks aren't keyed in. It's just been bricked up. See that curve in the brickwork up there. That's some sort of supporting arch when the passage went right through." "So why didn't we see anything when we were working in two?" I wondered. "I think it's another level below. Perhaps there's a second cellar in warehouse two that's been forgotten." "Well, if it is, it's not on the plans," I mused. "What about the lift shaft. By my reckoning, this thing should come out somewhere about by the lift shaft under the front entrance to the street. Maybe it was all blocked up or altered when the lifts were installed. I dunno'. Shall we open up? I've got a hammer." I nodded and held the torch. Eddie was a powerful lad and as the sledgehammer smashed away we soon found a black void behind the wall. He poked the torch through the hole and mused. "There's a whole cellar behind here. Just look!" He hefted me up to peer through the hole and I gasped. We had a discovered a whole new subterranean level to Warehouse number two. My investment space had suddenly gained another thousand square meters. It was a fantastic discovery. Eddie put me down and stood poised with excitement as he grinned and swung back the hammer. "This partition's only one brick thick, this won't take long," declared Eddie as I stood back and he smashed down the flimsy brickwork. Once inside we explored a whole new floor level to the warehouse then we returned and boarded up the entrance in warehouse four. For good measure, Eddie piled up a stack of building materials against the boarding until it was invisible again. "So what d'you think? Extra parking maybe, that's a fine tunnel," observed Eddie. "I dunno yet. Let me think about I," I mused, "You have a think also." "See yah tomorrow then," replied Eddie. "Uuhhm, no make it Friday. Let's keep it our secret until we can think of something to our advantage." Eddie smiled and tapped his nose. He had long come to recognise my skill at working out some deal. He had also learned that for his part, the big thing was to keep shtum! He knew even to refrain from telling Charlie his long-time partner. Charlie was a virtual news service on his own. On Friday I arrived a with a magnetic resonance device that I had hired from a guy in Chicago. I reasoned that if there was one tunnel, there might be more. Eddie looked at me and grinned as I explained. "I've already had a discreet look Pet, there doesn't seem to be any more." "Well, it's worth a try. These old warehouses were used as army gunpowder stores in the civil war. God knows what's down here." After reading the instructions Eddie and I started patiently stepping the resonator along the walls of the basement searching for another tunnel. As I suspected, we found a void of some sort on the wall adjoining the side street between warehouses three and four. Eddie grinned then started carefully investigating the brickwork. As he chipped patiently away his face became more concerned. "There's just nothing to show any opening. No break in the brickwork or anything. It looks like one continuous wall." "Well there's definitely a void behind there. This gadget is certain. Look at the display." Eddie shook his head then stepped back with his sledgehammer. "Well, we'll have to try the old fashioned method." With that he took a massive swing and slammed the brickwork as hard as he could. There was no mistaking the hollow echoing sound in this part of the wall compared with the sold clunk in the adjoining part. "Shit!" gasped Eddie, "You're right, but this wall's really strong." "Leave it for now. Just cover up the hammer marks with some dirt and we'll look at it again." Eddie looked at me and grinned. "Keeping them a secret eh?" "Why not? These will make a fine secret passage if we ever need a bolt hole or escape route." Eddie sucked thoughtfully as he spread his arms to demonstrate the first tunnel's width. "I dunno', the parking thing seems a better idea, more money and stuff. Anyway, what yuh got to hide? Everybody knows yo' a tranny." "Yeah, maybe you're right. Besides, that tunnel is harder to hide, what with the arches and everything. Yeah," I conceded, "Your right. You may as well go with the car park thing. It'll cost an arm and a leg to do anything else." Eddie smiled, glad that I had agreed with him and glad that he had been deemed right. Then he grinned again. "Shit Petra! You'se one cagey bitch, what about this second tunnel?" "Leave that for now. That's just our secret." We parted that evening and within a week, the first tunnel was public knowledge. A state archaeologist turned up to record it and left once he was convinced that the tunnel was safe and we had no intentions of destroying it. For a few days it caused a bit of a sensation then when the dust settled it was virtually forgotten. A few alterations to both warehouses soon provided the extra car parking facility whilst my small alterations to the other part of warehouse four soon covered up all evidence of the second tunnel. I simply decided to move my office from building one, the mill, to the basement of building four, the warehouse cellar and locate it to the wall adjoining the side street that separated warehouse number four from warehouse number three. My old office cum apartment now became my pierre-de-tierre for staying in town overnight. Judith thought it was an admirable idea for it gave us somewhere to bolt to after attending any events in the city. Once the new office was built, Eddie and I quietly picked away at the wall behind the screen in my office until we finally excavated a door-sized hole into the tunnel. What we found amazed us and proved to be a spectacular haul. The old rumours, about the warehouses being used as an arsenal during the civil war, had proved correct. When we finally broke through, Eddie and I discovered a stack of boxes of old civil war rifles and pistols. They were still covered in grease and oilcloth and in pretty good condition. There were even half a dozen field cannon. Fortunately no ammunition was found. After so many years ammunition might have become unstable so we were glad it was just the guns. Eddie and I soon realised that the best tactic was to keep the discovery secret. Then we could slowly release the guns one at a time onto the market without too many dealers realising what was happening. This was done by carefully approaching dealers with just one gun at a time scattered all over the U.S. At the end of our bargain sale we had raised several hundreds of thousands of dollars and Eddie followed my lead by quickly using his share to foreclose his mortgage on warehouse number three. Naturally we played fair with our partners but we made sure the money was in the bank before informing them of the windfall. Eddie and I never did tell them where the money came from, despite Samantha trying every tactic including threats about its legitimacy of origin. We played her at her own game and suggested that if she tried to determine how the money was come by, then we were quite happy to let the state authorities investigate. Eddie was learning from me and he warned Samantha bluntly. "Listen rich lawyer girl, that money's important to me an' Charlie. I dare say Juanita an' Marina need their share as well. Yo jus' be thankful the money's come yo way. I'ss a deal, OK. We made the deal and you got your share. I'ss all legal right, jus' shut up and take the money!" At this juncture, Charlie, Juanita and Marina joined in to support Eddie. There was no way they would let Samantha endanger their one and only windfall. Samantha might not have needed the money, what with her wealthy family lawyer background, but the others from the poor side of town sure as hell did. The other's threats and Samantha's greed eventually overcame her legal reservations and she decided to take the money. However, she did try and pump Judith for a clue. Judith however was well used to my tight-lipped secretive deals. She honestly couldn't shed any light on the deal or where the money might have come from. On one thing they did agree though, and that was to pay off their joint mortgages on building number three. Within a year of Eddie and I discovering the weapons cache, all of us owned warehouse three outright. I don't remember the exact day, but at about this time Samantha approached me one evening as I sat at my new office deep in the basement of warehouse number four. It was late on a Thursday evening and I was just about to lock up and head home. I heard her heels clicking along the bare flagstones and looked up to see her standing in the doorway. "Hi girl, watcha want darling?" (I was picking up Eddie's speech mannerisms whilst still employing my English vocabulary.) "Are you busy?" she asked with a smile. "I'm allus' busy love. What's buggin' yo?" "You don't have to talk like Eddie to me. Speak properly. Your English is OK." I pulled wry smile. I knew Samantha was a bit of a snob and she rather hankered after developing a Mid Atlantic accent to progress her legal career. I shrugged my shoulders and spoke as she requested. "All right then young lady. What can I do for you?" She looked at me thoughtfully before asking nervously. "Is it true you're the father of Juanita and Marina's children?" I hesitated thoughtfully before admitting it. After all there was little that Samantha could do about child support issues. I had made sure that their children enjoyed the same advantages as my legal brood. "What's it got to do with you?" "Well nothing, I just, - well." "Well what. I suggest you don't try any legal shenanigans with the kids. They are well provided for." Two white spots of anger appeared on Samantha's cheeks as she finally realised what I was thinking. "Why you! You! How could you think that?" "Think what?" I countered. "How could you think that I was looking to somehow make money with a child support action against you?" I was not to be un-nerved. I looked past her at the wall as I spoke in measured carefully chosen words. "Listen Samantha, you're a lawyer. That's exactly the sort of thing lawyers do. If there's no misery for them to feed off then they stir up trouble to make misery and then they feed off that." "Why you! Is that how you see me, is that what you think of me?" The white spots appeared on her cheeks again. "Once again darling, I have to re-iterate. Whenever you walk through that door, I see a lawyer. I don't see Samantha, I don't see a friend, I see nothing but a lawyer. I don't trust lawyers." "What! After all the favours I've done for you!" "They were favours that also favoured you. You benefited every bit as much as I and the others." "Huh! I might as well not have come then. Is that what you really think of me?" "Here; in my office when I'm working and when you're working. Yes!" "So if I wasn't working, then what?" "We wouldn't be here. We'd be talking somewhere else." "Like where?" demanded Samantha. "I don't know. I don't know why you've come. Is it business or pleasure?" Samantha hesitated then found her voice again. "Well; I was going to say pleasure at first but now, - now I'm not so sure." "Well if you're not sure, then I'm pretty sure I'm not, business over, come on. I'm locking up." "Damn you!" she screamed, "Are you just stupid or bloody minded? What is it with you?" I stopped with key in hand and turned to look at her. Her outburst had taken me by surprise. "No just bloody cautious. So if it's not business, then what is it?" Samantha struggled to keep calm but finally she got a grip on her anger and calmed down. She spoke softly again. "Can I ask you again if it's true that you're the father of their babies? And it's nothing to do with any paternity suit or child support allowances." I turned the key deliberately slowly in the lock as I searched for any other angles. Finally the lock fetched up against the tumblers but I still hadn't figured out Samantha's angle. I stood silently racking my brains for some sort of angle but what ever it was, it eluded me. My silence invited Samantha to become bolder. "I take it by your silence that you are." "And if I was, so what?" "If you were then I might have a favour to ask you." "Go on," I replied as I finally began to garnish Samantha's angle. "Well, your wife, Judith. You're definitely the father to both sets of her twins." "That's no secret. What has she been telling you?" "Nothing, nothing at all, except to say that they are definitely yours. Anyway one look at them and anybody could tell. Henry's a dead ringer for you, those eyes and that nose." "They're the same eyes and nose as Judith's. We're first cousins, but I'm sure you've checked that." "Yeah, well that's another issue but not one of mine." "So what is your issue?" I demanded. Samantha chose to hide behind legalistic jargon as she finally revealed her reason for coming late after work. "My issue could also be your issue." "Explain," I replied abruptly. "That's exactly it," she pressed on. "I don't want to die without issue!" I finally caught on but maintained my reserve. "So why don't you find some fall-guy to be the father. You're attractive enough. Any man would jump into bed with you." "That's not fair, you know I'm gay. Uugh, the very idea! Letting those horrible hairy creatures paw all over me. Apes! Uuughh!" "Yes, of course I know you're gay but it's a small sacrifice to make, isn't it? A few nights of revulsion at the right time of the month and bingo! Just pick someone who is not too revolting to your lesbian tastes. It's not hard to get pregnant." Samantha sighed peevishly. "That's why I wanted to pick you, you fool! You're not revolting. You're attractive, those lovely curves, those, those bre, - breasts. Why, - why, you're almost a woman! I could stand having you're dick inside me." Her last words revealed that Samantha had not talked that much with Judith, Juanita or Marina. I studied her distraught face for long moments as she waited disconsolately for a verdict. Then I decided to play it straight. I would naturally run it by Judith first. As we left the basement I dialed Judith on my mobile. "Yes darling, late at the office again. I got Samantha with me. She wants to talk to you." Samantha paled with shock as I set my mobile to 'loud' then handed her the mobile phone unexpectedly. "Why does Judith have to know?" she whispered fearfully. "You'll find out soon enough," I growled back angrily, "I don't do adultery!" Samantha frowned at me uncomprehendingly then put the mobile to her ear as she searched around to make sure nobody else was in earshot. "Yes, it's me Samantha, the lawyer." "So what d'you want to talk about?" asked Judith suspiciously. "It's about what you told me about Juanita and Marina's babies." "What about them?" "Well I'd like to have a baby by Pet, - by your husband." "You mean my wife." I grinned as Judith put Samantha on the spot. It was nice to see a lawyer forced to squirm as she tried to thread her way through an emotional minefield. This was not a time of legalistic argument and point scoring this was about the heart. "Well, - yes, your wife then, though I fail to see, - well, - I mean legally, - she's your husband." "Take it from me Samantha, both Petra and I consider Petra's position to be that of my wife. So what you're asking is if you can avail yourself of Petra's services." Sandra hesitated uncertainly then mumbled. "Well, uuhm, if you put it like that, yes. Do you mind?" "Not at all, what time of your month is it?" Samantha squirmed again. She was not used to such invasive questions about her own body. "Well, I, - I'll be fertile soon. This Monday is twelve days." "OK then, we'll start Monday. Petra will explain. Come over to the house on Monday night and we'll start. Juanita and Marina will be there to help." "Uh. Uuhhm, OK then, but why all the preamble, I mean, - what's the deal with the other two?" "Petra will explain. Speak to her." I heard Judith close the connection as Samantha turned to me. "What does she mean, preparations?" I grinned and nodded towards Sandie's Seedy Club. It was a Thursday night and called the quiet night. Sandie had hit upon the clever idea of having one night per week without the deafening thump of music at her late nightclub. On Thursdays, gays, lesbians and trannies could just gather and chat without having to bellow above the roar of the music. She had also hit upon the idea of installing some old railway car compartments to provide privacy for groups to chat. The old railway theme accented the city's history and went down well with the city's history buffs. I intended to enlighten Samantha in the privacy of one of those railcar compartments. One wall of 'The Seedy Club' now resembled a rail car at a station. It was an innovative and clever twist. Inside Samantha and I shared a genteel pot of coffee and some cookies. Finally Samantha spoke again, "So what's the deal then? Judith seems to think there's some sort of procedure." I grinned then gently broke the news about my mutilation. I explained about the accident when I was a child while Samantha gaped in amazement. "So you can't - you know, impregnate me like a man." "No, it's a turkey baster job." Samantha pulled a wry smile then nodded agreement. "You should have told me earlier. I would have come to you much earlier. So it's more a procedure than an intimate coupling." "Yes, but there are no doctors, no clinics and sperm banks, no social assessments or any other interference, it's just my friends, the turkey baster and me." "Go on. I'm intrigued. So why the friends?" "You'll see when we do it. I need help getting horny. Juanita and Marina know just how to get a girl horny." Samantha grinned and poured a second coffee. Then I felt an inquisitive nylon clad toe secretively probing under my skirt. I grinned knowingly and gently parted my thighs to allow her better access. Samantha immediately got the drift and slid her inquisitive toes all over the front panel of my panties. Having established that my penis was truly missing, her smile widened as she observed. "So you are truly a girl's girl." "If that's how you think of it, so be it. Most of my friends who know about it call me a girly boy. My son Henry calls me his daddy mum while my daughter Penelope calls me her mummy dad." "Gosh do they know?" "Henry and Penelope do. They're of an age when they notice these things. They were fascinated when they first saw me feeding their younger sisters, and Juanita and Marina's babies. I was like a dairy cow with so much milk." Samantha's jaw dropped with amazement then she giggled with licentious delight before gasping. "What! You breast fed them?" "Yes. I loved it. That's why the kids call me mummy daddy or daddy mummy. Besides, my time's my own with my business. I can always put time aside for feeding. Juanita and Marina were so busy after having their children that they could only feed them at night and Judith didn't have enough milk for our own twins. After our experiences with the first pair, it was only natural for me to pitch in and help Judith. When we discovered I still had excess milk, it seemed selfish not to help out Juanita and Marina. "Good God! I'm surprised you haven't grown an udder, two horns and a tail." "Yeah, that's what my endocrinologist said. Moo!" Samantha sipped her coffee while still sensuously sliding her nylon clad toes around the satiny support panel of my panties then she felt the clips of my suspender belt and caught my eye again as she gasped excitedly. "You're wearing a garter belt! Why d'you wear a garter belt and stockings." "Several reasons, it makes me feel sexy for one." She smiled again and nodded. In her lesbian life, Samantha had learned one thing about trannies, sexy outfits were what it was all about. "Mmm, I could get to like you," she grinned, "a girl who likes suspenders. I love that in a girl. They're just so feminine aren't they?" I nodded as I blushed self-consciously then Samantha smiled enigmatically and hooked her calf around mine as she gently tugged my foot from its shoe. I recognised her invitation and allowed my leg to be drawn up under the table until it lay between her thighs. She deftly slipped the hem of her short skirt over my own nylon-clad toes then directed my foot into her own secret places. Deliberately, she brushed my toes against her own garter belt and my eyes widened joyfully as I recognised a girl after my own heart. Here was another lady who enjoyed the sensuous tug of suspender belts around her butt as she walked. I smiled as she squirmed then I played a trick I had learned from Judith when she wanted to punish me for being naughty. With a bit of extremely deft toe work I freed the clip of her suspender from the welt of her stocking top. It snapped back with an audible twang as it stung her most private parts. Samantha let out a squeal of pain and jerked spasmodically as she nearly spilt her coffee. "Ow! Why d'you do that?" she squealed as heads turned to stare. "I grinned then gently inveigled my toes further up her skirt until I was able to caress her insulted femininity with my nylon clad toes to ease the pain." For a moment she was about to protest then she recognised that my toes were only doing what her fingers would have done had it not been for the gaping onlookers, namely to massage her painful clitty. Furthermore, the sensuous slithering of nylon stocking clad toes against her silky panties only added to her pleasurable relief. If she had tried to use her fingers it would have been too obvious to the staring onlookers. Each compartment of the re-constructed carriage had large low-sided windows and whilst outsiders could not hear us talking, except Samantha's pained squeal, they could readily see inside. Samantha was now grateful that my busy toes were easing her discomfort then she started to press herself against them in gratitude. Sensuously she adjusted her position to get the maximum relief from my massage. "Ahhh, that's better. Mmm, that feels much better. Gosh that was a mean trick! Where did you learn that?" "From Judith," I grinned. "We go back to infancy and we had lots of time to practice little tricks like that." Samantha's eyes teared up slightly as she pouted jealously. "You must have had a fabulous childhood. Judith's such a nice girl and so understanding. Have you always been together?" "Yes, since birth. We're first cousins and we were brought up in the same village. From our first days we were reared almost as brother and sister." "And then? What changed?" pressed Samantha. "Well as sister and sister after the accident." "Mmm that's really nice, but our child will be different." "How?" I asked curiously. "Well, - well, - and I hope your not offended. It won't be inbred, you know, sibling to sibling and all that." I was only slightly offended. I knew we had not broken any biblical laws nor any secular laws but Samantha was right about one thing. Her and my child would have an infinitely wider gene base. I shrugged my shoulders apologetically. "It's water over the dam now. Besides, I don't see anything wrong with our children. They'll probably marry outside the family and bless Judith and I with good healthy grandchildren. That's what America is, a mixing pot." Samantha nodded sagely then squirmed erotically as she sensed the outsiders staring in. "I think you'd better stop that with your toes. I'm getting horny." I slipped my foot back into my shoe and we resumed chatting. Samantha told me about her troubled childhood and her parent's refusal to countenance her sexuality. It was a familiar story and I realised that I had enjoyed a truly idyllic childhood. Finally after double-checking the arrangements to help Samantha conceive a child, we paid our bill and departed. Samantha had to find a private spot to refasten her garter and I smiled as she exposed a splendid length of delicious curvy thigh. She caught me looking and smiled censoriously. "You naughty girl! You're not supposed to look." "Well nice girls don't expose their panties and stocking tops in the street. D'you want a hand?" She giggled and let her skirt fall again to recover her modesty. "I'm perfectly capable of fastening my own garters thank you." "But it's more fun if somebody else fastens them," I giggle back. "We'll find out on Friday. Are you staying in your flat tonight or going home to Judith?" "Going home to Judith. You've got me horny and now I need relief." "So why not come up with me?" "That would be disloyal. I like Judith to be with me if I'm serving another girl. It seems dishonest otherwise." "Gosh, you're weird, but it's really nice. Judith's a lucky girl." "Thanks Sam. See you Friday." I gave her a peck on the cheek and tasted a salty tear trickling down her cheek. "What's wrong?" I sighed. "It's not fair. I wish I could find a partner as loyal and caring as you." "Oh I'm sure there's somebody out there just waiting to meet you. She'll turn up one day." "Yeah but not somebody who can give me a baby like you can." "Well that's a lovely thing to say darling but I'm spoken for. You can certainly have my child but you can't have my heart. That's Judith's." I hugged Samantha as her shoulders shuddered with despair but there was nothing I could do. I was cemented to Judith forever, ours was a relationship that had been forged in the crucible of adversity and welded stronger than steel. At the door to Samantha's flat I gave her one final reassurance. "Don't worry about our friendship. I'll always be there for you and our baby while Judith will be like a second mother to your child, just like she is to Juanita and Marina's girls. Judith understands about lesbian girls wanting babies and she's happy to help but that understanding is the crux of our relationship. With Judith and me it's all about trust and loyalty." Samantha looked up tearfully and pursed her lips hopefully. I gave her a passionate kiss then finally separated from our embrace. "Won't you just come in for a moment?" "No darling," I replied, "you're a tremendously attractive girl and the temptations might prove too much. Best I go now." Samantha sighed wistfully and stood poised with her key in the door as she savoured my butt swaying along the corridor while my heels clicked purposefully away. I sensed her eyes boring into my butt and turned one final time to give a little wave before entering the lift. She smiled then nodded and mouthed silently. "Until Friday then." I nodded back and blew her a little kiss before stepping into the lift. When I got home, I related the whole evening to Judith. I could see the relief in her eyes and I reassured her again. "It's you and only you darling, nobody else." Gratefully she hugged me tight and we tumbled into bed where we indulged in our favourite soissant neuf. For the reminder of the week I found it hard to concentrate and Judith sensed this. On the Thursday, she deliberately kept me home from work and compelled me to spend time with the children. With one son and three daughters to fill the day I relished the fun. Judith beamed contentedly as I lay on the carpet and indulged the children in gentle horseplay as any proud father would. Henry and Penelope particularly liked playing 'horsy' as they rode around on my back encouraging 'horsy to go faster'. Eventually I had to surrender to fatigue. I was just not as strong as an ordinary father and my feminine frame just could not take the rough and tumble that Henry desperately wanted to indulge. After nearly an hour of tumbling, my stockings were laddered and my makeup was smeared. I looked a mess. Still Henry was still of an age when I was able to give him all the tickling and horseplay that a son could ask for. I could not however stop wondering what he would do when he realised that his father was not like other fathers. On the Friday morning, Juanita and Marina tooted their horn outside our house. Judith and I were waiting and we pulled out behind them as we drove down to town. It had been agreed that we would indulge the first session in Samantha's flat where she would perhaps feel most at home. Samantha admitted she had never been to bed with four girls before then she grinned coquettishly as Judith lovingly corrected her. "No darling, three girls and a boy, albeit a special boy." "Mmmm, a very special boy," smiled Samantha. With the formalities over, Judith explained the drill and Samantha acceded to the process. We indulged in some very pleasant foreplay whilst I snuggled close up to Samantha in an intimate embrace while Juanita and Martina busied themselves between our legs. Judith continued caressing and titillating my nipples until I finally orgasmed. Down below, Samantha squirmed responsively as Juanita helped her to orgasm and Marina collected my sperm. We all giggled as Samantha gasped with delight when Juanita introduced the obligatory dildo into her eager body and drove Samantha to peaks of delight. Eventually Samantha came down from her demented paroxysms of lust and slumped gasping with exhaustion as Marina gently inveigled the syringe and pipette deep into her innermost parts. Finally with Samantha inseminated we all cuddled up under her giant Duvet and cuddled contentedly until Samantha fell asleep. With the first session completed, we three left Samantha alone with Judith as we returned to our jobs. It was to be our policy to always leave a friend or partner with Samantha after each session to help reinforce the bond of 'belonging' to our little group. That Friday afternoon, Samantha savoured the sheer delight of being able to share her apartment with a trusted friend without any recourse to sex. It was a sort of therapy for Samantha to be able to simply chill out and laze around savouring what a true friendship could mean. Judith told me later that all she did was ask questions about our mutual background. "I hope you didn't tell her everything!" I remarked. "I'm not stupid darling, she's a lawyer, and one should ever trust a lawyer. But I was honest; if she's to join our circle she deserves honesty. If I thought her question to be too invasive I simply told her so. There are certain things that only you and I share." "Thanks darling," I sighed as we picked up the children from the cr?che. "When's the next session?" "Tomorrow morning. Eddie and Charlie are looking after the children for a couple of hours. They're taking them to the park." "Gosh that'll raise a few eyebrows," I grinned, "Six little white children and two black male nannies." "Charlie likes children, - well Eddie does as well. Don't knock it; they're doing us a favour. Sunday's going to be the tricky day. Eddie and Charlie are going to a ball game." "So what's the set up for Sunday?" I asked. "Just you, me and Samantha," replied Judith, "Juanita and Marina will be looking after the children." I smiled knowingly. I had already sensed that Samantha was a little uncomfortable with a fivesome in the bed. Judith noted my grin and nodded. "Yes. She's a bit self-conscious. She feels trying for a baby should be a bit more intimate. That makes it more fulfilling." "Are you happy with that? I mean it'll be you tapping off my semen. She'll have to do the breasts thing." "Yeah, we spoke a lot about that on Friday. I'll indulge her wishes until she's pregnant and then call it a day. I don't like sharing you just for pleasure. Baby-making is OK but you're mine for the real love." I nodded agreement. For me, love was all about Judith. "D'you think Samantha will have twins?" I wondered. "Dunno'," replied Judith, "Juanita and Marina didn't. It's different for us; it's in both our genes. By the way, Samantha's a busy girl, will you be uuhm, -will you be doing the honours again?" I tried not to smile and confessed. "Well I have thought about it, but I haven't said anything to Samantha." Judith smiled knowingly and wagged her head affectionately as she leant towards me and kissed me. "If she has twins she might need help." "Well we'll see. Early days yet and we won't know for a couple of months." "I'll speak to her about stuff tomorrow after the session. I think she would like to have them on the breast for a while." "Gosh Judith, you're speaking as if they're already twins. Is that you're your subconscious wish?" "Twins are nice," giggled Judith, "and I know just how much you like the dairy cow thing." I smiled as I blushed. Judith was right. Gosh it was just so nice to feel busy, hungry little lips savouring the goodness I had to offer. It was just so fulfilling and rewarding to feel the milk flowing from my breasts and nourishing such sweet dependent little souls. The very thought of it caused my thighs to twitch salaciously and I squirmed on the kitchen stool. My sharp-eyed wife caught my movement and smiled again. "Save it for tomorrow," she grinned as we finished our coffee and called the older twins in from the garden. We had arranged to take them to see a film and it was their first ever cinema visit. End of Chapter 10 - To Be Continued - Comments graciously appreciated !!