Carol turned into my arms and kissed me hotly, rubbing her pussy against my boner, her robe opening and trapping me between her slick lips.
"Take me. Here! Now!" She whispered, her hips pumping.
Carol's hips thrust back and forth, coating my penis with her juices as our kiss deepened. I clasped her cheeks and pulled her tighter to me. Her arms tightened around my neck, helping as I lifted her enough for my cock to centre on her slick hot tunnel, then I lowered her onto me, thrusting forward and up at the same time. I entered her in one smooth lunge, savoring the tightness and heat of her tunnel as her muscles massaged and rippled along the length of my penis. I was constantly amazed at how tight she remained even after several sessions and still leaking from previous fillings of sperm. Carol just hummed her pleasure at the penetration.
"Mmmmmmmm! Hmmmmmmm!"
From the top of the stairs we heard a giggle, then Joanne's voice.
"You two get to bed, your own bed!"
She'd heard of it earlier when Carol was regaling her with some of our exploits, and tried to work the old gag, but too late! For once we were already coupled. Carol and I both laughed. What that did to her muscles and what they did to me was indescribable.
The stimulation of her muscles as she laughed, rippling and flexing along my shaft sent my hips plunging and jerking almost uncontrollably. Carol responded in kind. We rutted like fools for only a few minutes, grunting and groaning in time with our movements, our hips thrusting and churning in perfect sync. Her muscles tightened and clenched on my rod, my balls lifted and surged, preparing their rich offering. Carol's hips lurched and heaved hard against me as I powered a final thrust deep into her hot tunnel. My balls erupted and my cock spit and squirted rope upon rope of thick creamy sperm deep into her body. Carol's body lurched hard as she felt my first gob of baby juice spurt into her, and her hips convulsed with each squirt from my erupting penis. Our legs close to collapse we clung to each other for support. She threw her head back and screamed! I think it was for the benefit of the ladies of the house, more than any thing.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Daaaaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvvvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiddddddddddd!"
There came a moan and thump from the top of the stairs. I think Joanne fainted. From deeper in the upstairs region we heard a lower key wail of satisfaction. We still had it! And though our couplings this day were quickies, each had been more and more intense and satisfying.
Our breathing gradually restored, and the shaking of our knees quieting, we kissed sweetly and separated, my penis still almost fully erect. Carol pulled the tail of her robe between her thighs and giggled. "Can't let Miss Pussy stain the carpet..."
We held hands and ran for the stairs, unmindful that our robes were open. As we got to the top of the steps, we saw Joanne making her way unsteadily to her room. She turned as she heard us coming up the stairs, her pretty face flushed. Her own robe was open, revealing her large, full breasts and the hint of a red-haired pussy. She seemed oblivious to her own dishabille as she stared glassily at our exposed bodies, my penis waving in the breeze, Carol's wet and matted pubic hair, her thighs shiny with our fluids, and groaned. "Hot! You guys are still too goddamn hot!"
Joanne disappeared into her room and we never heard another word from her that night. Carol and I just looked at each other and grinned as we slipped into our own room. Someone had been busy again; since I unpacked our bags, and had my bath, someone had been in and set out several of those fantastic scented candles. The atmosphere was very romantic. I gathered Carol into my arms and held her close, just feeling her closeness, and enjoying her warm breath on my neck as we cuddled. She nibbled at my neck and nuzzled into my whiskers. I was lost in my love for this wonderful creature.
"Carol Anne Lloyd, I love you. Will you bear my children?"
Carol squealed in delight. "Oh, David! We've always talked about having babies, but this is the first time you've actually asked me to have yours. I am honoured and pleased to bear your children!"
She kissed me with all the love she could muster. My soul, already hers, felt another tender chain wrap 'round it. Gently releasing me from the kiss, Carol took my hand and led me to the bed.
"Make your baby in me tonight." She whispered as we slipped the robes from each other, and fell slowly onto the bed in a soul-searing kiss.
We made tender love in the debris of our quick rut, our joined bodies making soft slurping sounds. We came together, my penis spitting and spitting its sticky offering of wiggling sperm deep within her, Carol holding me tight as her pussy convulsed and milked it from me. We shouted our joy and love as one.
"YES! YES! I LOVE YOU! YES! YE-E-E-SS!!"
Still joined we rolled to our sides and kissed each other tenderly, drifting off to contented sleep, my penis sealing my last offering of potent sperm deep within her.
I woke part way through the night. We were still joined, my penis once again fully erect, enjoying the sweet embrace of that delightful pussy, her cervix nibbling at the tip. Carol still slept peacefully, a smile of contentment adorning her beautiful face. I moved my hips gently against hers, sliding my cock easily within her hot depths. Even in sleep she moaned happily as her hips thrust back against me. Still lying on our sides, I started moving my hips more insistently and hers responded even in sleep. She opened her eyes, gazed into mine dreamily and smiled in contentment as she realized where I was and what I was doing.
"Now this is a most pleasant surprise. It's usually me waking you up in the middle of the night. Mmmmmmmm! I could learn to like this a lot! Just keep doing that David, it feels so-o-o-o-o good!"
Happy to oblige, I continued my slow, easy movements, gently fucking her wet, warm sheath, holding her tenderly in my arms. Carol's hips moved in unison with mine as we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. We made gentle love for what seemed an eternity, but all too soon, the passion and intensity increased to fever pitch. Out hips began to thrust harder and faster. I rolled her onto her back and fucked her in earnest. Carol fucked me right back. Once again we rutted like wild beasts, our hips bucking and grinding together. I felt myself building toward an enormous release as Carol's cries and grunts intensified.
"OH! OH! UH! UH! UH! OGOD! OGOD! UH! UH!"
Carol's arms tightened around my neck and her legs wrapped tightly around my butt, her feet locked together, pulling me deeper on each thrust. We ground and pounded each other mercilessly, the sensations building and multiplying. I felt my balls lift almost into my body, tensing for a massive discharge. Carol's muscles tensed and rippled, massaging my cock. Her whole body shook and quivered as she neared her climax. We humped and pumped together, getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain. We reached it together and jumped. With one last thrust that pounded her down into the bed, I felt that old familiar bittersweet pain of release as my balls exploded and my cock erupted, squirting and squirting and squirting, filling her pulsating, clutching pussy with what seemed like two quarts of scalding baby batter as deep as my plunging member could go. Carol's feet fell from my butt, and she planted them firmly on the bed, lifting and bucking her mons back into me, driving my spitting penis deeper still. Her arms wrapped so tight around my neck, I thought she'd break it, Carol screamed her orgasm to the world.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! DDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDD!!
Carol collapsed back onto the bed, her hips jerking and bumping as several mini orgasms rocketed through her beautiful frame. Her inner muscles clamped and released rhythmically, milking the last bit of baby juice from my still jerking penis. I collapsed on top of her. Gasping, we tried to regain control of our ragged breathing. Her hips still pumped and churned beneath me and my penis, too dumb to know it was empty, jerked and squirmed in her hot, tight grasp. Slowly, ever so slowly, we recovered our senses, our lips joining in a mind-and-soul-burning kiss as we sucked life from each other. Gently I rolled us back to our sides, and still connected, my cock sealing in the latest liquid attempt at impregnation, we cuddled as we drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
I woke at daylight feeling refreshed and invigorated, my morning woody once again lodged in that tight, wonderful pussy. Those gorgeous blue eyes were waiting for me as I wakened. A loving smile graced Carol's full lips as I returned to the living world.
"G'morning, Sweetheart! Oh that's so nice waking up like this again. You fill me up so-o-o-o good!"
"G'morning yourself, Beautiful. Waking up to those eyes and that smile is a treat to die for."
I moved my hips suggestively and something inside her nibbled almost playfully at the tip of my penis.
"Is it time to feed her yet? Or is she just sucking on a pacifier?"
"Miss Pussy is famished. She's been trying to wake Rascal up for the longest time, but he was as dead to the world as his partner."
"Rascal is it, now? Well, he had a busy night, keeping her fed. She fell asleep after her last feeding. Just how much has Diane Marie told you?"
"Just that, and his full name is Rascal, Our Sweet Prince. He's really a very nice penis, you know. He treats Miss Pussy like a lady, even when she forgets her manners and drools."
She giggled and moved her own hips very suggestively, her inner muscles rippling most wonderfully when she giggled. Her nipples burned into my chest. I slipped a hand between us and tweaked a nipple. She jumped and squirmed. I moved my hand and squeezed the whole luscious boobie. She moaned and squirmed on my pole again. We had been so busy just fucking since Friday night, I hadn't given her wonderful breasts what I thought was the proper attention.
"Miss Pussy would like her breakfast now, please."
"Rascal will be only too pleased to serve the Lady. Is she very hungry or just a little"
"Oh. She's very, very hungry! And in a hurry for her breakfast."
"Then we'll serve her as quickly as possible."
I rolled onto my back, carrying her on top of me. She got the hint, and started to ride. She started to play with her nipples herself but I pushed her hands away.
"You feed Miss Pussy, I'll play today."
So Carol rode and gyrated and wiggled her hips, stimulating Rascal her Sweet Prince to do wondrous things. I pinched and tweaked and squeezed those glorious mounds. Carol got her hips working really hard and leaned forward. I reached up and sucked a nipple into my mouth. The effect on her was electric: her hips redoubled their grinding back and forth motion; her muscles milked and pulsated around my rod.
I felt her building to a new orgasm and sucked her nipple harder. I reached and tweaked the other. Her whole body shook and convulsed as she came, grunting, soaking my genitals with her fluids. But she kept riding and I kept twiddling. Soon she was bucking even harder, bouncing joyfully on my rigid shaft. She built towards another massive climax, and this time I was with her. My hips lunged back at her, my cock hardening and swelling as it prepared to launch another barrage of thick creamy sperm deep into her body. As I thrust upward and impaled her one last time, her hips ground downward, screwing her self further onto my pole.
The end came suddenly. My cock swelled and squirted and squirted. Her hips plunged and locked, holding me deep in her. And each time my erupting penis squirted, her body convulsed and accepted the morning offering of sperm as it splashed and washed her womb. Carol rocked and shook in a massive orgasm, and she squealed.
"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DAAAAAVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Carol fell prone on my chest, her breathing ragged. I struggled to catch my own. She wiggled her hips against me happily then lifted her face to mine for a kiss. I kissed her long and slow, putting all my love into it. She broke from the kiss, wiggled her pussy into tighter contact with my still hard penis. She whispered contentedly.
"Mmmmmm. Miss Pussy is all filled up now. Rascal, that Sweet Prince fed her all his Prescious Stuff. Keep him
in so she doesn't spill any. Her head nuzzled contentedly into my shoulder, she drifted back to sleep, her satisfied pussy creature munching happily on the tip of my cock, sucking out the last bit of her breakfast. Holding her gently in my arms, I drifted off again myself.
I awoke again sometime later to the feel of a lovely warm body draped over me and soft lips kissing me awake. She wiggled her hips on my morning woody, still buried in her, and moaned.
"Ooooooooo. I hate to make him pull out, but I have to pee real bad."
"Me, too, and I think we need a bath."
"Mmmm. Hmmm."
She tried to raise herself off my cock, but each time she was about to break contact, she groaned at the thought, and pushed herself back onto it with a sigh. Her motions should have been pleasurable on my penis, but with each movement, it seemed as if, while it seemed to get harder, it was also uncomfortably so. I put it down to an overly full bladder, which finally got me moving. I rolled her off me, finally removing myself from her sucking pussy. I slid off the bed and held my hand out to her.
"Our toilet awaits, M'lady."
I helped her into her robe, slipped mine on and we padded to the bathroom. Carol's need for relief seemed more urgent than mine despite my almost painful woody, so while she sat on the stool and passed her morning water, I started the tub filing. When she finished, she took me by the penis and led me to the stool. She aimed and I released. I passed a huge volume of urine easily, and much to the surprise of both of us, for once the erection didn't follow the urine down the drain. Her warm hand on my member caused it to swell even harder if that was possible and when she playfully stroked me, I had to push her hand away, her stimulation causing me some discomfort. I became alarmed, thinking maybe I was developing priapism, which can be a very painful condition and while it can look impressive to a female, is as bad as if not worse than actual impotence. I said as much to Carol. She laughed at first, but seeing I was serious, she said.
"Don't you remember what Tante Pie told us? As I get closer to my time, my body releases more and more pheromones, making your body respond beyond its normal limits? I think it just means we're getting close. I may be pregnant already -- I should be, with the amount of His Precious Stuff you've squirted into Miss Pussy since Friday night, but I don't think I am yet so my body is still working overtime and so yours is too.
"You used to leave me full, but nothing like this weekend. You've kept me so full, and constantly full, I almost squish when I walk, and I leak like a sieve. Look at me now. When we go down to breakfast, I think I'll call Mom. I have some questions for her that may be beyond Tante Pie's knowledge. I don't think other women get as horny as I have when they're near their time, and I don't think they have the effect on their men that I'm having on you. I think we better check out the why of it. Our sex has always been so much fun, but I sensed the last couple times that some of the spark was gone, and we seemed just a little forced. Did you notice it too?"
"Yeah, I noticed some of the spontaneity we had, like yesterday seems to have disappeared. Maybe we're trying too hard to do a job, and forgetting why we want this baby. I just don't want to be damaged, especially when we're this close to making our first one. Calling Mom sounds good to me. What's scaring me is I'm always hard in the morning, but once I pee, it goes away, especially if I feed a pussy creature before, but today it didn't. That ain't 'normal' for me. You've seen that enough times to know what I'm talking about. If Mom says it's OK, then I'll stop worrying. The tub's ready. Care to join me?"
Carol and I had a lovely warm bath, and while I stayed very hard, we didn't fool around in the tub like we usually did. Whenever she touched it, I actually flinched, it was that sensitive. My fears had put a damper on us for a while. Still, we enjoyed each other's company and actually chatted and joked and played a little like kids, splashing and just being fools. When the water cooled, we stepped out and dried each other with the big towels we found laid out. I've mentioned before how sensuous this is for me and this morning was no exception. We helped each other into our robes, my seeming permanent erection tenting the front of mine and padded downstairs. We had decided that unless we actually had to leave the house that day, we would not bother dressing.
The aunts were already up and had breakfast ready when we came down. They looked happy and had that satisfied glow about them. When they saw me sporting a huge erection and not using it, they raised their eyebrows in concern. Carol saw the question in their eyes and answered them.
"We think there may be something wrong with David. As soon as we eat, we're calling Mom to see if she can shed any light on this." She indicated my hard-on by touching it lightly, making me flinch.
Seeing me flinch, the aunts realized there was indeed a problem, and didn't say anything beyond the 'I hope it's not too serious' and "I hope it gets better soon' comments used for any injury or illness. While we were sitting down, Joanne came down with her bags. She had to leave soon, and was just going to grab a quick bite before she left. She looked flushed and a little tired. She laughed in good fun, though.
"You guys are just too god damn hot! You kept me awake all night, but I had my fun too! I think I sprained my fingers!"
Joanne's sudden candidness caught us by surprise, as she was usually very reticent about sexual matters. Like the aunts, even though I was sitting, she noticed the very obvious tent in my robe. She flushed and gasped. "Is that like that all the time? Need some help with that Carol Anne?"
She blushed, shocked at her own naughty suggestion, and started to giggle, but saw we weren't laughing with her.
"Oh! Did I say something wrong? I was just trying to have a little fun, but I didn't mean anything by it! Now I feel awful!"
Carol went to her friend and held her.
"No, Joanne, you didn't say anything wrong or embarrassing. David has developed a 'technical' problem, and he's actually in some pain. We're calling Mom as soon as breakfast is over. We think if anyone has helpful information, it will be her."
"Oh! I hope it's not serious. I know how hard you're trying to make this baby, and how much you want it."
We assured her we thought everything would be OK, and finished our breakfast. During breakfast, some of the tension in my penis eased, but it remained fully erect, and was becoming something of a nuisance. The meal over, Joanne rose to her feet, saying.
"Sorry to squat and gobble, but I really must get going if I want to see my brother and the kids for any time at all today."
She gave us all a hug prior to leaving. When she hugged me, she rubbed her pussy against me laughing, and again shocked us all when she said to Carol. "Well, if this delightful toy stays like this all the time and still works, and you want to share, let me know..."
Carol and I laughed with her, but we were seriously wondering what had come over her. We saw her to the door, hugged her again, and said our goodbyes. Joanne promised she would remain in phone contact with all of us to keep posted on the baby.
Right after Joanne left, Carol and I called Mom. Both phones were still on the table where we'd left them, so we didn't have to crane our necks to hear what she said. The aunts hovered close, worried, waiting for any information. I dialed the number, but Carol did the talking. Dad answered on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Dad? Hi! It's Carol Anne!"
"Land o' Goshen! Carol Anne! What a pleasure to hear your sweet voice after all this time! Did you call to talk to your dear old Dad, or is there something else? I detect a note of worry in your voice."
"I wish I could visit with you, Dad, it's been 'way too long. I've missed you so much! But yes, we've got a small problem; actually it's a 'large' problem. Is Mom there? I need to ask her some things about my — ahem -- 'condition'."
"Oh! I understand. Yes, she's right here; I'll put her on right now." Mom must have been standing close. I heard Dad tell her it was Carol Anne and she sounded worried. Mom picked up.
"Carol Anne? What's wrong, Dear?"
"Mom, it's David... he's developed something of a problem with his... his penis."
I could just hear the wheels turning in her head as Mom laughed.
"You didn't wear it out already, did you, Dear? That'd be a first!"
I groaned, and she heard me, but Carol kept bravely on.
"Uh, no, Mom... It's... it's the other way..."
"How's that a problem? It's supposed to be like that for what you're trying to do."
"Well, it won't go away at all, now, and Rascal's so sensitive I can't even touch him or kiss him better. I think Miss Pussy broke Rascal, My Poor Sweet Prince! How do I fix him, Mom?"
"Oh, I see! Now bear with me, My Princess, I don't think it's all that serious, not yet, anyway. Can I ask you some other questions that may seem unrelated?"
"Sure, if it can help us. I feel so bad! If Sweet Pussy and I broke Rascal, we'll just die! And poor Diane Marie and Riekie, they'll kill me! The first time I'm with David in twenty years, and I break our Sweet Prince? Oh!"
Mom laughed at Carol's quaint description and concern for what this might mean to the other wives, but spoke soothingly to Carol.
"I don't think he's broken beyond repair, Daughter. Now, has anyone else there been acting strangely or out of character, especially with regard to sex?"
"Let me see... My aunts seem more sexually active, but that's because of something sweet David did for Tante Jo. But Joanne! She's usually really up-tight about sex, and rarely talks about it, 'speshly to kid around about it. This morning she openly talked about masturbating when she heard David and me making love, and then when she saw Rascal all standing up, she made a comment suggesting she was available if I needed help with him. She said it in fun, but she had a hot look in her eyes, too. That's 'way out of character for her."
"I see. Hmmm. And what about David, how do you feel?"
"I feel a complete fool talking to you about this, 'speshly my own mother at my age, but Carol Anne thinks you might know something that can help. It won't go away, Mom. Even when I peed this morning, and it always did before. Then whenever Carol Anne touches me, it just gets harder and more uncomfortable. It's so sensitive I have to push her hand away, and the thought of even being inside her makes it hurt. This morning I woke up inside her, and it actually felt good to get it out of there. That ain't right, Ma! What's wrong with me?"
"We'll get to that, David, and don't be afraid to talk to me about this sort of thing. Remember, my training includes Old Ways medical knowledge, and this comes under that heading. Think of me as your doctor. Even Riekie, with her advanced degrees in modern medicine might be lost on this one."
That scared me to the core! If Riekie wouldn't know, then it was real serious! She continued uninterrupted. "How do you feel, Precious One?"
"Aside from being worried about David and maybe not being able to make our baby after all, I'm Ok, I guess. I'm a little concerned at how permanently horny I am, but I think that will go away once I am pregnant. But still, I want Rascal inside me ALL the time, and I don't think that's quite right, either. Even if I am 'in heat' as Tante Pie said, I should be able to let go for a few minutes at least. This morning when David wanted to get up, I just couldn't let him go, even though I had to pee so bad, and he had to push me off! And now I'm feeling an anxious sort of sensation, as if I'm waiting for something to happen. I'm all quivery and butterflies inside. What's happening to us Mom? The more I think about it, the more scared I get."
Mom laughed hard and long, flabbergasting us. What could be so funny about this situation? She finally gained control long enough to speak.
<Giggle> "There's <giggle> nothing wrong with either of you! <giggle> Maybe just too much 'right'." <giggle>
Both of us responded.
"Mom! This ain't funny!"
"No Dears, from your perspective it isn't, I guess, but when you have a chance to think about it, you might see some humour in it, and maybe you should have taken Joanne up on her offer, Princess, because right now I bet she's so embarrassed she wants to die. It was her acting so strangely that was my final clue."
Carol was getting frustrated.
"Mom!? C'mon! Riddle us no riddles!"
"Ok, Carol Anne. There's nothing wrong with either of you a good dose of fresh air won't fix."
"Wha... ?"
"Did you know about the pheromones you're producing, Princess?"
"Yeah, Tante Pie explained about them, but what's that got to do with it?"
"All women produce these pheromones when they're at their most fertile. Those of us with Old Blood, though, and especially Princesses with even a little knowledge of the Old Ways, are far more in tune with our primordial selves, and we produce them more liberally, especially when we are really trying to get pregnant. Modern science is just starting to learn about them, but the people of the Goddess and the Old Ways have known of them since time immemorial."
"So I produce lots of these things all women do, what's the deal here?"
"All men will respond to those pheromones. That's what they're for. I bet any man that walked in that house right now would get an instant erection and be thoroughly embarrassed. But that's not all. The woman isn't the only one producing pheromones. Men produce their own variant when exposed to the woman's. It makes a potent brew for making babies. Do you understand what pheromones are?"
"Not really..."
"Basically, they're nature's perfume, and the whole perfume industry is based on trying to find that perfect scent for attracting members of the opposite sex. An example: has David ever complimented you on your perfume when you weren't wearing any?"
"Yes, on our very first date. He complimented me on how pretty I was, and that he really liked my perfume. I never wear scents, so I was mystified. But I wasn't close to my fertile time then. I'd just finished my period, so why would I make a pheromone then? Now how do I remember that from twenty years ago?"
"That's a very special memory for you, and every second of that first date is probably burned in your mind, including wondering why David liked you perfume when you weren't wearing any. Your body produced it to ensure that David remained attracted to you. Your body can produce that scent any time it needs, but its primary function is for making babies when the time is right. And that brings us to the present problem.
"You and David have been cooped up in confined spaces since Friday evening, and you have been close to ovulation the whole time. You've been trying hard to get pregnant, especially if I know you two, and your body has been releasing those pheromones at an elevated rate. David has been releasing his own. Basically, the two of you, and David especially, has an 'overdose' of pheromones, and a good long dose of fresh air to clear them from your systems is all you need. But that's only part of it. The house is saturated with them, which is why Joanne acted so strangely. She was probably reacting to David's scent as much as anything. As soon as she got out of the house, I imagine within five or ten minutes she was wondering just what the hell got into her. <giggle> I wouldn't be surprised if you get a phone call later from a very contrite Joanne apologizing for her lewd behavior. If she does, just be understanding and tell her to let it go.
"Anyway, the house must be aired out completely, or you'll have this problem again once you come back in from the fresh air. Ask your aunts to open all the doors and windows in the house, and I mean ALL, so there is a good air flow, even if it is cool, and in the room you're using, make sure the window stays open. If you get cold, put on an extra blanket and snuggle up closer. David is particularly vulnerable to these pheromones. He's especially attuned to you, he's of the Old Blood, and he's quite well versed in the Old Ways. Add to that he always used to sleep with a window open, even in the dead of winter, and you're lucky this didn't happen sooner.
"I imagine your aunts, typical of older people, keep their house closed up, including inside doors. The concentration of your mixed scents in your own room must be intense. Have them open the house and your room while you and David go out somewhere. You're close to your old cottage, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah! I've been wanting to see it again."
"Well, now's a good time. You two spent some of your happiest moments there. This is a good time to revisit some of your favourite places and try to recapture some of the romance in your relationship. It will be excellent therapy for both of you on several levels. You need a break from all your heavy breeding <giggle> and you need to get some of the old spark back. Carol Anne, some of the anxiety you're feeling is your body getting ready for ovulation, and because you're so sensitive now, you'll actually KNOW when you're perfectly fertile. Some of the anxiety is caused by trying too hard, so you need to relax, too. An outing today, especially a trip to the old cottage will help. Any more questions?"
I spoke up. "Are you sure that's all that's wrong with me, Mom?"
"Positive, David. You'll probably notice a change as soon as you step outside. And David? Make sure the windows are down in the truck, too. Now, I've got other things to do today, so why don't you two kids have some fun and recapture some old memories together? And if the urge strikes you in one of your old spots, use it. That would be the perfect type of place to make your baby. A baby conceived in happiness is a happy baby indeed. Today is September twenty second, one day past the equinox. If you conceive today, which I have no doubt you will, your son could very well be a Summer Solstice baby, and that's VERY good."
Carol was beaming. "Mom! You're the best! I can't wait to see the old place!"
"Just don't expect too much, Dear! It's been twenty years, and things change, but some of your favourite spots should still be there."
"Thanks for the caution, Mom. Now, we'll let you go. Love You! Byee!"
"'Bye Mom. Love you too!"
"Goodbye my children. I love you all. May the Goddess protect you, and may she bless your new baby."
The conversation ended, and for Carol and me, it was time for a trip down memory lane.