15 comments/ 46111 views/ 36 favorites A Great Way to Get Kids By: imhapless Although 90% of you won't believe it - I wouldn't - I feel obligated to tell the truth about this story. Although all of the details are embellished or imagined, the basic facts and relationships between the three main characters are absolutely true. They still exist today somewhere East of the Mississippi River in the United States. ******************** I'm Lisa Wattmer; I used to be Lisa Watson until I married my true love, Brenda Merkel, now Brenda Wattmer. We decided that we wanted to have the same surname, but didn't just want to adopt the other's name especially since neither of us is even remotely close to butch - we're both Lipstick Lesbians. Therefore, the melded last name. I dated only guys from the ages of 18-20, and Brenda from 18 to almost 22. It was OK for me; I mean sex with some guys was enjoyable, but not entirely fulfilling. I started to recognize my inner lesbian after my junior year of college and I guess that I was bisexual for two years before I had to admit that I was a lesbian, and particularly a Lipstick Lesbian. For those of you not familiar with that term, a "Lipstick Lesbian" is one who is very feminine and enjoys fashion, flowers, perfume, sex and the city, lingerie, and makeup, and is typically only attracted to other Lipstick Lesbians - and never a "butch" or "dyke." Brenda came to the same realization that I did just before we met, at the age of 22, in graduate school. We really clicked right from the start, and after we had a marathon sex session one night, the first half of which we were both drunk, we quickly became exclusive. The only way that I'll describe what we look like is by reference to stories about us and two fairly well known actresses. When I was twenty one I was visiting a friend in Los Angeles. While she was at work I wandered around Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, more window shopping than real shopping. With all modesty I had on a bitchin wardrobe including an exotic sundress, sparkly two inch heel shoes, and a classy hat. I noticed two guys on motorcycles with cameras, often taking pictures with the lenses pointed my way. I looked around to see if there was anyone famous nearby, but didn't recognize anyone. After they were with me for about three blocks I got the uncomfortable feeling that they were taking photos of me. I came across a couple of cops on foot patrol and complained to them. The cops were very pleasant, and approached the guys on motorcycles and talked to them for a few minutes. They returned to me and with smiles and said "They admit that they're paparazzi but say since your famous they have the right to photograph you in public." "Famous," I laughed. "Yeah, they say that you're Amber H and you sure do look..." the youngest cop said with a smile before I cut him off. "I'm not her," I laughed, this time even louder, "but thanks for the compliment." With that I walked over to the paparazzi with a big smile on my face and showed them my ID. The younger of the two paparazzi said "This could be a fake ID; I don't believe that you're not her. Actresses try all the time to fool us." "Well are you guys real familiar with her?" I asked, with a big grin. The older one said, "Yeah - I think that I am." "Well does she have any tattoos or distinguishing marks?" I asked. I could see both guys feverishly playing with their smartphones. After about half a minute the younger guy said "She has a wordy tattoo on her left ribcage." "You sure?" I asked with a giggle. "Yeah," the older guy said, holding out his I-phone so that I could see the screen. She certainly did. "OK," I said, and then nonchalantly lifted up my sundress and turned my left side to them. Fortunately I had panties on that day since a third of the time I don't have any underwear on; I don't know for sure what I would have done if I were commando that day. The younger guy's eyes got wide. The older one had sunglasses on, but his eyebrows rose. "Sorry to disappoint guys," I laughed, as I lowered my dress and turned to walk away. "No disappointment at all," the older guy yelled. "Would you like to go to dinner tonight?" the younger one chimed in. "Sorry, I'm meeting Johnny D," I said, turning toward them with a big smile on my face. They both laughed and drove off. The cops had been watching this and had big grins on their faces as I passed them. "Thank you so much, officers," I said, making eye contact with each of them and with my smile still plastered on my face. "Our pleasure," the younger one said, tipping his hat. As for Brenda, we went to a charity costume party together when we were in graduate school. It was underwritten by Mars Company, and 100% of the admission price and drink purchases went to a very deserving local organization. Brenda dressed as Wonder Woman. She was spilling out of her costume, which was a size too small, especially her ample boobs. She had to be six feet three with her Wonder Woman boots on. She honestly could have stepped right out of the old TV show. At the party, seven people earnestly asked if she was the actress who played WW, and two of the people who asked were actually sober. "Her daughter," Brenda teased, causing six of the seven to ask for her autograph. She gladly signed a program "Love, Brenda C, young Wonder Woman," and they were as happy as pigs in shit. "What happens when they find out that WW's daughter's name is Jessica A?" I giggled. "I'll be long gone," Brenda giggled back. I pulled out my I-phone, goggled "Jessica A/Images," then I showed the first image that popped up to Brenda. "Holy Shit!" Brenda exclaimed. "Maybe I am WW's illegitimate daughter because that woman looks more like me than my mother or sister do!" She was right. ***************** The state that Brenda and I moved to after we got our Masters Degrees in Business Administration allowed same sex marriages. We got married about two months out of graduate school, and had a small ceremony. My parents and brother, though not thrilled, were OK with it and attended and were as pleasant as I could have hoped. Brenda's parents and sister refused to come, but her brother did and he was completely cool with it. We had what we thought was a good business plan for starting or taking over a company to make a "new technology" product, one that we got on a favorable patent license from an Engineering student who invented it and went to the college where we got our MBA degrees. The medium sized city that we located in seemed to be the perfect place considering the labor force, location with respect to projected markets, and availability of capital. We were disappointed by our initial reception. Even though legally same-sex couples were accepted, socially we had a hard time. Well over 50% of the population seemed to have animosity toward lesbian couples, and each of us encountered at least two dozen guys who grumbled "What a waste," or words to that effect, when we rejected their advances by pointing out that we were married lesbians. We couldn't find a bank or entrepreneur who was interested in loaning us any money for our business either; I'd like to think that that was not due to prejudice or because we had a shitty business plan, but of course I don't know for sure. We both had to get part-time jobs to pay our bills while we looked for a way to start our company, and were more than slightly discouraged at the time that we decided to go to a bar we had never been to before to drown our sorrows one Friday evening. Although the bar was high class, unfortunately there were a couple of loud drunks. They tried to hit on us. We tried our best to discourage them without revealing our sexual preference. but to no avail. Finally Brenda told them that we were married - and to each other - and held up her hand and mine with our matching distinctive wedding bands. "You just need a real man, bitch," the bigger of the two guys said, grabbing Brenda's arm. Suddenly a guy appeared from the drunk's left. He squeezed the big drunk's hand, causing him to release Brenda's arm. "Guys, it's time for you to leave. Do you want me to call you a cab?" The guy who intervened was also a big guy, but obviously older than the drunks. He was dressed in an expensive suit, had blond hair with a touch of gray that any woman over forty would die to have on her head, and a ruggedly handsome face. "It's not for you to say, grandpa," the big drunk yelled while massaging his hand. "Actually, it is. I own this establishment. I'm asking very nicely that you leave and will even pay your cab fare," the handsome older guy said. "Fuck you, asshole," the big drunk said and then pushed the older guy. In a flash the older guy had pinned the drunk's hand to his chest, dropped down to one knee, and bent forward. The drunk yelled in excruciating pain, "You broke my fucking wrist!" As soon as the older guy stood up the second drunk rushed him and swung at him with his right hand. The older guy blocked the punch then head-butted the second drunk obviously breaking his nose as blood spewed out all over and the drunk was knocked prone. The older guy calmly pulled out his cell phone, dialed a number, and said "Hi Chief Tilden, Rob Brinker here. There are two drunks at my place on 34th that were harassing some of my customers and are in need of medical attention and a night in jail. Could you have someone come over and pick them up?...Thank you." Then the guy we now knew was Rob Brinker turned to us. "I'm really sorry ladies. Please enjoy another drink on the house after I get these guys taken care of." I think that Brenda, as stupefied as I was, mumbled "Thanks." Two cops were there within ninety seconds. They were completely deferential to Rob Brinker, calling him "Mr. Brinker" and asking him exactly what he wanted them to do, and quickly rushed the drunks out of there. The rest of the bar patrons gave Rob a round of applause as the drunks were led away. He smiled and waved, and then turned to us again. "What are you having?" he asked with a big smile. "I'm drinking a Mascato and my friend, here, is drinking a Cherry Bitch," Brenda said with a smile, "but you really don't have to comp us one. We're just grateful for your intervention." "Sorry, I have to do something to make up for the harassment of you two classy young ladies," Rob smiled. He went to the bar and returned with our drinks in less than two minutes. We looked upon him with awe the whole time. "He makes me wish that I was straight," I giggled under my breath to Brenda. "Me too," she giggled back. When Rob returned he asked if he could sit down and talk for a while. We readily agreed. Rob was a charming conversationalist. He was also an expert interrogator. Only the next day did we realize how much information he got out of us by skillful questioning, such as "I see that you have the same really elegant rings on," and then just letting us talk. He must have chatted with us for two hours, all the while refreshing our drinks with free new ones, until we were plastered. We told him about our unsuccessful attempts to start our business and he gave us a card with his name and a phone number on it and insisted that we call him and make an appointment to bring our business plan for him to look at some time within the next week. Then he had a limo take us home. We were flabbergasted the entire trip home. Once there, we turned our curiosity and amazement into sexual energy and fucked each other comatose with a double dildo. When we awoke the next morning the first thing that we did was to Goggle the hell out of Rob Brinker. We quickly found out that he was likely the richest and most respected man in our medium-sized city, used to be a practicing attorney but now owned at least three dozen local businesses, was a fifty five year old widower with two grown children, one who lived in town the other out of state, and that he was the chairman of the board of at least three charities, including one big national one. "Sounds like a good guy to know," Brenda deadpanned. "You think?" I laughed. The next week we called the number on the card that Rob had given us. The apparent administrative assistant who answered set up an appointment for us at lunch on Thursday, and asked what we would like brought in for lunch. "What will Mr. Brinker be having?" I cautiously asked. "A small order of chicken parmesan, a Greek salad, one glass of white wine, and blueberry crisp for desert," she replied, "but you're welcome to order anything that you want." I told Brenda what the admin said, and then told the admin "Uh, actually, that sounds good to both of us too, so three orders would be great." "That's wonderful," she responded. "See you at noon on Thursday. The office he will be at is..." and then gave us the address. From another Google search we determined that one of Rob's companies owned the building that we were going to, and found that it was as high class as he was. We got there five minutes early and had to wait only a minute or two before we were ushered into his office. "Lisa, Brenda, I'm so pleased that you took me up on my offer," he warmly greeted us, gently shaking our hands. Although we realized at the bar that he was a big man, we were a little surprised in the light of day how big. He had to be at least six feet six inches tall and an athletic two hundred twenty pounds. We sat down at a table with white tablecloth and linens, crystal glasses, and sterling silverware. A guy in a white coat came in and served us our food and wine, which was delicious. After lunch we moved to chairs in front of his mahogany desk. He made sure to point out to us that the mahogany was reused from other pieces of ancient furniture, that everything in his office was made from either reused or recycled material, and that the building had a Leeds Gold Certification. The luncheon table and settings quietly and seamlessly disappeared as we gave Rob our business plan. Rob must have been a speed reader since he looked over our quite voluminous business plan in about five minutes and asked us intelligent and probing questions for twenty minutes after that, obviously marking up our business plan with a red pen as we answered. Finally he said "Brenda, Lisa, you have a good idea. Your business plan needs a little work. There are two major changes that are necessary and six minor ones. I've marked them on this copy of your plan." He handed the marked-up copy back to me, then continued while writing something on a business card; "If you feel comfortable making those changes take the revised business plan to John Jensen at Third Island Bank on 31st street with this note and he'll lend you $200,000 at three percent interest, secured by the patent license on the main product featured in your plan." We tried not to be flabbergasted as we thanked him and looked at the card that he had given us. I foolishly asked "Are you sure that Mr. Jensen will loan us the money?" Rob chuckled. "He'd better, or I'll fire him." Once we got outside the building Brenda almost screamed "I can't fucking believe it! We beat our heads against the wall for three months with nothing to show for it and we meet a guy at a bar who saves our ass and then gives us more money at a lower rate than we even asked for." "Let's not get too excited until we review his comments and changes," I cautioned, although inwardly I was as excited as Brenda. "Unless he suggested that we open up a cat house on the side, we're going to go along with it," she giggled. We looked over Rob's changes after we got home from our shitty part-time jobs. All except one was either insightful or brilliant; the one that we weren't thrilled about we simply shrugged off. "He knows more than we do," Brenda chuckled, "who are we to reject it?" Within a month we had quit our part-time jobs, rented a factory, hired our first employees, and were ready to start production. We got another surprise when Rob called my cellphone and asked for four units to show to a CEO of one of his companies. I hand carried them to Rob myself, and was again greeted warmly. A week later Rob showed up at our small factory with two other people. "Lisa and Brenda, meet Jim and Austen. They are interested in your product with a few cosmetic changes." Brenda met with Jim and Austen while I gave Rob a tour. When we returned fifteen minutes later Jim called Rob and me into our small office - we didn't have enough chairs so I had to stand. "Rob," Jim said, "Brenda says that they can make the changes but don't presently have enough capital to retool and we might have to wait another three months for delivery." "Won't work," Rob said stroking his chin. "How much more money do you need, Brenda?" "Uh...$75,000, Rob," she sheepishly replied. "Go see your buddy Jim Jensen," Rob responded, writing on another card and handing it to Brenda. "The loan will be secured by the purchase order Austen has." As I stood there with a lump in my throat and with my eyes popping out of my head, and while Brenda tried to keep her cool, Austen pulled a document out of his briefcase, made a few notations and interlineations on it, and handed it to Brenda. Everyone was all smiles as we said goodbye to our three visitors, who left in Rob's chauffer driven Tesla. Brenda and I almost swooned when we got back to our office and I looked at the purchase order for the first time. It was for $450,000 worth of product. "I'd fuck that guy if I wasn't gay," Brenda giggled. *********************** Over the next three years our business thrived, and we easily paid back our loans to Third Island bank. Our relationship with Rob continued to grow, both business and social. Rob was thrilled when Brenda and I organized a lake outing fundraiser for one of the charities that he was chairman of, and he introduced us to all sorts of other business owners and city socialites. It appeared that once people knew that we had Rob's imprimatur of approval any prejudice that they had against a lesbian couple magically disappeared. After we knew Rob for about nine months, since I'm an excellent cook I was confident enough to ask Rob - and a guest - to our house for dinner. He graciously accepted but said that he'd come alone. We had a great time, and actually opened up to each other after polishing off a couple of bottles of wine. We told him what it was like to be a lesbian couple, and he shocked us when he told us about his problems with finding appropriate female companionship. "What the fuck, Rob," a slightly buzzed Brenda less-than-tactfully said. "You could have any straight woman in this city that you wanted. You're smart, handsome, fit, rich, and compassionate. How could you possibly have a problem?" "Well thank you for your support," Rob uncomfortably chuckled. "My main problem is that I can't find anyone that doesn't almost instantly want a commitment. The only woman I ever loved is my departed wife. I'm not looking for marriage or an exclusive relationship - I just want a companion - who is fun to be around and who wants to fuck with no strings attached." Both Brenda and I laughed at his language - he had never used the word "fuck" in our presence before. "Sorry for the French," he sheepishly said. "Yeah, I never heard that word before - oh, wait; I just said it myself a few seconds before," Brenda laughed - so hard that tears came to her eyes. We really did become good friends with Rob. He invited us to poker parties and cultural events, we invited him to theme and costume parties, and in general we really enjoyed each other's company. Even though Rob was more than thirty years older than we were, and we were younger than his daughter, we did not have a father-daughter type relationship with him. He was always almost flirty with us, and we with him. A Great Way to Get Kids When our business was stable and we were well accepted in the community, Brenda and I started thinking about having a couple of kids. We investigated adoption, a sperm bank, foster care, and a number of other options. Whenever we discussed it, however, it seemed that neither Brenda nor I was being completely forthcoming. Finally, one night when we were drunk, we found out that we had the same reason for being reticent. "You know, if we want great kids only one guy that we know could be the father," I blurted out in my inebriated state. "Duh, yeah," Brenda shot back. "But I don't think that someone as rich as Rob is going to jack off for us and provide us with some of his sperm for artificial insemination." "We can't know unless we ask," I profoundly replied. A few days after our drunken discussion, when we found out for sure that the adoption process was not going to work, I said "Brenda, even though we were looped when I suggested it, I really want to ask Rob for his sperm." "OK by me; I just hope that it doesn't ruin our friendship with him, though," Brenda replied with a dour expression and shoulder shrug. "Thanks for being so positive," I shot back. "Hey - just being realistic, Lisa. You have to handle it in the right way." "What do you suggest negative Nellie?" I shot back. "He asked us about our opinion of that wind farm being planned in Lake County. Ask him to take you on a personal site visit," Brenda replied, proud of her suggestion. "That just might work," I mused out loud. ************ A week after my discussion with Brenda, Rob and I were making the twenty mile drive up to Lake County. Instead of being chauffeured, Rob wanted to drive his newest Tesla - quite a machine. I really did listen to what he had to say about the wind farm in the half hour tour we took of the proposed site, and offered my opinion. On the way back I started - subtly at first - bringing up the subject of kids. "Rob, I don't know if we told you, but Brenda and I are looking forward to having a couple of kids." "That's great. Being a parent was very rewarding for me, and I'm sure that it will be for the two of you; and you'll make great parents." "Do you really think so, Rob?" "Lisa, have you ever, in the three years you've known me, ever heard me say anything that you thought I was bullshitting you about?" "No, except for a couple of your practical jokes," I laughed. "Can't count them," he smiled; "Sorry that you never got that order from King Jabooty, Jabooty of Cameron." "Brenda still hates you for that," I chuckled. "Anyway, we found out this week that the adoption route was closed, and we are thinking of artificial insemination." "Have you scoped out a proper clinic - not all of them are on the up-and-up, you know. There have been some where the doctors running them get some kind of rush out of using their sperm for a large percentage of the customers, and I'm not sure that all those freaks are locked up yet." "Well, actually Rob. We were hoping that we could talk one of our friends into making a donation. He's the best man that we know," I uncomfortably said. "Don't you mean besides me?" he chuckled. What a perfect setup. "It is you Rob - we'd love to have a kid half as smart, kind, compassionate and good-looking as you are." Rob jerked the car off the road, brought it to a screeching halt, and took off his sunglasses. "Are you serious?" he asked in a tone that I couldn't interpret, although I was sure that it had elements of surprise and maybe - although hopefully not - anger. I held it together the best that I could. "Yes, I've never been more serious. "And Brenda is OK with this too?" "She's more than OK with it. She is praying that it works out," I replied trying to maintain eye contact, although that was difficult to do since his big blue eyes were so steely that I thought that they might burn holes into my head. We sat staring at each other without another word for a good two minutes. Finally he said "Do you realize that I'd be legally responsible for the child, and would have to financially contribute to his or her upbringing?" "Well - uh; well I thought that we could write a contract absolving you of any responsibility, financial or otherwise," I awkwardly replied. "Such a contract would be unenforceable in this state - probably in any state," he said in a very lawyer-like tone. "Uh, sorry - I didn't think it out clearly, I guess," I replied. After another two minute staring match he shocked the shit out of me. "Lisa, I'd be willing to do it, even knowing that I'd be financially responsible, and also knowing myself I would want to be involved in the child's life too..." "That would be great," I interrupted. "Wait until I finish. I don't go along with this artificial shit, though. If you want me to inseminate you it will be the old fashioned way, or not at all. Talk it over with Brenda and get back to me," he said, totally serious. He put his sunglasses back on, accelerated to 60 mph in less than four seconds, and then started talking about a charity event that he wanted my help in hosting. When we parted he had a smile on his face, gave me a typical nice hug (although I noticed for the first time that something was bulging at his crotch), and acted like we had only talked about the wind farm, the stock market, and the local minor league baseball team. I told a flabbergasted Brenda that night; she must have said "No shit!" a dozen times. After we sat in silence for a while subsequent to her expressions of disbelief she turned to me and said "You want to do it, don't you?" "What do you mean, WANT?" I replied acting like I was being insulted. "You've fucked guys before. You know that he'd probably be your best guy fuck ever, regardless of his age. He's someone that we both love, even if not sexually; plus if you still have any 'bi' in you, he's the guy you would most like to jump. You said it yourself the first night we met him," she said staring right at me. "But I'm exclusive with you, so that's a moot point," I responded while crossing my arms. "What if I agree? What if I think that having a child with Rob's DNA is worth loaning you out to him for a while? What about that, Lisa?" After a long pause - for effect not because I was debating it internally - I responded "I think that I would go along with it." "I'll call Rob tomorrow and ask him to come here for a discussion," she replied. We each brought the other to three orgasms that night, the last with our favorite corkscrew double dildo as we pounded our ass cheeks together. *************** "Hi, Rob; this is Brenda," she said as she called Rob the next morning while I was sitting next to her and listening in. "I knew that it was you for three reasons," he chirped. "Oh; and what would those be Great Swami," she giggled. "Because I recognized your voice after the 'Hi,' I know that you want to have a serious talk with me about what I said to Lisa yesterday; and because I have that modern invention called Caller-ID," he replied with a lilt in his voice, and obviously very proud of himself. "You're a smug bastard," she laughed. "Are you willing to come over tonight to talk about it?" "Wild horses couldn't keep me away," he replied, this time without a chuckle. "Can you come here at 7:00 p. m.?" "I'll sneak up on you with my silent vehicle then," he replied, and hung up. I was really nervous the whole day, but almost frantic once it got to be 6 o'clock. Except for the dress that I wore I had shaved, showered, gotten a pedicure, manicure, and my hair done, and applied makeup, just like I was going to the prom. "You do realize that you'd look good enough to fuck even if you were in ratty jeans with no makeup and your hair frizzy, don't you, Amber H?" Benda asked as I put the finishing touches on about quarter to seven. "There's no reason to take anything for granted," I sharply replied. "Hey, if we agree that you're going to fuck him, he'll be on board. He is a virile man, you know," Brenda shot back. "I hope that he's virile." When Rob got there we each poured ourselves a glass of wine, and before we sat down in the living room with a sly grin Rob said "Brenda you look great today, as always. However, Lisa looks over-the-top fabulous. Can I interpret that to mean that she's going to accept my counter-proposal?" "That's what we're here to discuss," Brenda warmly responded. What transpired was a business discussion, with emotion from one or the other of the three of us making inroads every so often. We finally agreed to go through with it. Since Rob was almost sixty and wanted to make sure that he was capable of fathering a child, he agreed to get a virility analysis and STD test just to be sure, and I agreed that I too would get an STD test. We agreed that he would be listed as the father on the birth certificate, that he would immediately set up and fund a college account when the child was born, and that he would be entitled to visitation even if our relationship with him changed. We agreed that none of us would ever tell anyone else - except for the child and my parents - although we would be taking the chance that because his name was on the birth certificate that someone else may eventually find out. As far as the actual insemination procedure was concerned, we agreed that I would have intercourse with Rob for the five most fertile days in my next menstrual cycle, and that I would participate the best that I could, understanding that I was a lesbian and may not be able to provide Rob the complete satisfaction that he could expect from a straight woman with feelings for him. If it didn't take the first time, we would try during my fertile period up to three more months more, and then give it up. Rob gave us both big hugs goodbye. I walked him out to his car. "Why are you agreeing to do this, Rob?" I asked him, genuinely perplexed. "I truly love you and Brenda," he replied. "You're both fantastic women. I never really thought about any sexual attraction to you before our trip to the wind farm site, but you're so goddamn feminine and sexy, and you're someone that I don't have to worry about wanting a committed relationship with; and you deserve to have kids. So why not?" I kissed him quickly on the lips and then went inside. "He certainly is a straight shooter," I said to Brenda after I told her about our discussion. "Let's hope in more than one way," she laughed. **************** Not surprisingly, both Rob and I were free of STDs, and Rob had a sperm count in the top 10% for guys his age, and almost normal for a thirty five year old. We decided that I would go to Rob's house after dinner each of Tuesday through Saturday of the next week - my most fertile time of the month - and would spend as much time each night as it took. To say that both Brenda and I were nervous Tuesday would be the understatement of the decade. We both were literally wringing our hands. We each said "maybe we should call it off," at least three times during the day, but each time the other person maintained that we had to go through with it. I was at peak nervousness when I arrived at Rob's house about 8 p.m. Tuesday night. I was clean, shaved, and had a nice dress on, but no perfume or makeup. Rob set me at ease immediately by showing some new works of art that he had gotten, and asked about my dress and then talked a while about women's fashion. When he could tell that I was calmed down, he gently led me into his bedroom, slowly and deliberately undressed me, and then undressed in front of me. Naked, he really was a great physical specimen. I even felt a slight twinge in my pussy when his erect cock popped out after he slid off his boxers. He gently laid me down on his King sized pillow top mattress, and then performed oral on me. His oral talents were excellent - almost as good as Brenda's and close enough that I could fantasize that it was Brenda's tongue, lips and fingers that were energizing my pussy - and it was being energized. I really couldn't hallucinate that it was Brenda any more when Rob turned me on my stomach and then slowly penetrated me with his rock hard cock. It didn't feel like any dildo I had ever used, and felt much better than the last time that I had had sex with a man, now at least seven years ago. His gentle stroking started to get intense, and before I knew it he was rocketing a monster load of sperm into my eager cunt. I let out a loud gasp in response to each jet that pulsed into my vagina. When he withdrew he gently turned me on my back, lifted up my legs, and put a pillow under my ass. "This will maximize the chance that one of my little swimmers will make it to an egg," he chuckled. I had read about this technique, and apparently it did help. He was very kind and soft-spoken as he held my legs up while he chatted with me. After he held my legs there for about ten minutes he said "How about another round?" I looked and saw that his cock was not only hard again, but twitching. "Sure," I said with a smile that wasn't even forced. This time he fucked me face-to-face with my heels on his shoulders. I could tell how much he was enjoying it, and that really made me happy because I did really want him to relish the experience even if I couldn't get as much pleasure out if it as he could. The second ejaculation into my pussy was very nice - I even had a mild orgasm. I left Rob's house about ten, in a very pleasant frame of mind. It had actually been an enjoyable experience, especially given how respectful and tender he was, and how it had clearly made him very happy. "So what if I wasn't completely fulfilled," I mused. "It was really nice!" When I got home Brenda was waiting on the living room couch like the anxious mother of a teenager. "How was it?" she asked both out of curiosity and anxiousness. "Actually, very nice. He is a wonderful man and was truly delighted by the experience. If I were straight I'd fall for him in an instant," I gushed. I gave Brenda all of the details and she received them in a totally non-judgmental way. We snuggled in bed the whole night and easily got to sleep, although we didn't have sex. Wednesday the experience was even nicer than on Tuesday, probably because I wasn't really anxious any more. Thursday, Rob had a surprise for me. He bent me over a padded chair in his bedroom and really pummeled the shit out of me. He did lay me on my back and elevated my legs after he was done. However, he was really panting hard when he did so, and roughly, though pleasantly, manipulated my tits. Friday night was another surprise when he lifted me up, pinned my back against the wall, and then fucked me with high intensity. Sunday, Brenda and I were both feeling pretty good about the experience, and the next weekend Rob took us out to dinner and dancing with a number of his other friends. He danced elegantly with both me and Brenda - actually he and she made a very good dance pair because they both are tall and graceful - and was a perfect gentleman. I'm sure that none of the other guests had even the slightest indication that Rob and I had fucked ten times the previous week, twice each of five nights. Rob was particularly solicitous of my health the next two weeks. Brenda and I were having sex regularly and although it was clearly better for me than with Rob, I did catch myself one night hallucinating in a good way that Rob was fucking me. Then I did something unexpected, and low. I went to get tested for pregnancy and found out that I was pregnant. However, I told both Rob and Brenda that I wasn't. I really don't know for sure why I did that, but obviously on some level I wanted another experience with Rob. So, Rob and I fucked ten more times and each time was very enjoyable especially since he gave me nice oral before each fuck and he was obviously having so much fun that it was contagious. After that I again went for testing and this time told both Brenda and Rob that I was pregnant. Brenda and Rob treated me about as well as a woman can be treated once I got to my fifth month. One or the other of them was always with me at night. Rob even slept over two nights when Brenda was out of town on business and we cuddled the whole night - but no sex. I could sense that that was hard on him, but he didn't complain or make any attempt to pleasure himself, except by cuddling me. When I was well into the seventh month of my pregnancy and was really starting to get big, Brenda had to make another business trip out of town so I asked Rob to come over and stay the night. "Uh...I'm...uh...sorry, Lisa, I don't think that would be such a good idea," he stuttered, at a loss for words for the first time since I met him. "Why not?" I asked, very surprised. "Well...I'm kind of embarrassed to tell you," he sheepishly replied. "Rob, for fuck's sake we're best friends, you're the father of my child, and we'd do anything for each other. What's the deal?" After a pause he blurted "I have this fantasy about fucking a far-along pregnant woman, and never have - so I couldn't control myself around you." "Didn't you have sex with your wife when she was pregnant?" "No, not in the third trimester. Both of her pregnancies were difficult so we couldn't have intercourse after the sixth month, before she got really big. She didn't have a smooth, glowing pregnancy like you do," he somberly replied. I did have a smooth, glowing pregnancy. I was really enjoying it and felt great. In fact, my libido had been increasing recently for being on the receiving end of sex, rather than giving, and I was wearing Brenda out. "Let me talk to Brenda," I said with a lilt in my voice, and then hung up. I was at home when I was talking to Rob on the phone, but I still worked part-time at the factory so I went to see Brenda for lunch. "What's up babe?" she asked as we sat at a picnic bench and consumed the goodies that I had brought. I told her exactly what Rob and I had talked about. "You horny little devil," she replied with an evil grin. "You want to fuck him again, don't you?" "I wouldn't say 'want;' but he is the best man either of us ever met and it would fulfill a fantasy of his and also would let you off the hook a little - I know that I've been wearing you out lately," I replied. "You mean because I have blisters on my tongue and carpel tunnels syndrome in my right wrist?" she snickered. "Yeah - that," I said. "You do know that if you ever have sex with another woman that I'll cut your tits off, don't you?" she said jokingly - at least I think that it was jokingly. "He's not competition for you Brenda - you're the only person I truly love. But he is so, so nice to us..." "OK, horny toad. Call him up and invite him over when I'm gone. By the way my plans changed today and I have to be gone two nights, not just one; and you better not look happy about that," Brenda fake snarled. "OK," I giggled. I went to see Rob - without an appointment - hoping that he would be at his main office. He was. I know that I interrupted a meeting but when he found out that I was there he came out to see me anyway. "Hi, Lisa - you look great. To what do I owe this honor?" he said, walking up to me and holding both of my hands. In a soft voice and staring into his eyes I replied "I talked to Brenda. She's going to be gone two nights and I hate being alone in my present condition. She says that you should come over both nights to be with me and whatever - and I do mean 'whatever' - happens, happens." I saw his crotch twitch. He was able to choke out "OK, I'll see you Wednesday night; I'll bring in dinner." I gave him my biggest smile, a quick kiss, and shook my preggo ass as I exited. A Great Way to Get Kids ******************* "Don't enjoy it too much," Brenda laughed as she left Wednesday morning. "Can't make any promises," I snickered, and then gave her a big sloppy kiss. When Rob came over with takeout Chinese he was as antsy as I'd ever seen him. Even though I was hungry halfway through the meal I giggled "You can't wait to make a sperm deposit, can you? Why don't we keep this warm and finish it after you get your rocks off?" "You mean it?" he asked, sounding like a little kid. I just laughed and started putting the food in our warming oven. When we got to our bedroom Rob gently removed my dress - the only article of clothing that I had on. When he exposed his cock I could see that it was throbbing. He had me place my hands against the bedroom wall and spread my legs. He went under my crotch and with great alacrity licked and poked my fresh vagina. I had two mild orgasms before he stood up, inserted his cock into me from behind, grabbed my pregnancy enhanced boobs, and then started fucking the shit out of me. I never had a partner, male or female, as excited as he was. It made me feel good to know that I was giving him so much pleasure. I didn't expect the torrent of cum that he injected into me to give me another - large - orgasm, but it did, weakening my knees so that he had to hold me up. Eventually he withdrew and carried me to my bed - no mean feat given my preggo body. I instantly either passed out or fell asleep as I felt his warm body spooning me. Although I was out of it, I'm quite certain that the little bastard fucked me twice more during the night while we were in a spoon position. I know that I had a glow the next morning and that my thighs were caked with cum. We showered together, and he gently washed me all over as I giggled. We had to throw the food that we never finished out, and then he made me a breakfast of pancakes and sausage before he left for work. Thursday night was essentially a repeat of Wednesday night, although Rob may have been even more excited. After we finished breakfast Friday morning he held me in his arms and actually got tears in his eyes when he said "I can't ever thank you enough for letting me fulfill my fantasy. It was even better than I imagined. You're a fantastic woman to sacrifice yourself for me like you did. I'm your slave for life." I got a big smile on my face and a tear in my eye too. "Thank you, Rob; you know that Brenda and I do love you, don't you? And we're honored to have you in our lives." I was charged up by the experience; charged enough that despite my condition Brenda and I fucked every night for the next month with a wide variety of double dildos and vibrators. ***************** Although the instructor found it unusual, both Rob and Brenda went to natural childbirth classes with me. I felt very secure with both of them there. They also were both in the room when I delivered a healthy six pound ten ounce baby girl, Alisha, with a much shorter and less taxing labor than I had anticipated. Rob was as helpful as a guy, not living with us, could be with the baby. My mother came to stay with me, and I honestly introduced him to her as the baby's father, although I never got into how Alisha was conceived. I laughed to myself when my Mom gushed over Rob and made sure that she had makeup on and was dressed nicely when Rob was due to come by. However, when my Dad visited when Alisha was two weeks old, he was a little non-plussed by Mom's reaction to Rob. True to his word, Rob had a fund in place to cover all of Alisha's college expenses by the time that she was a month old, with Brenda and me as the only trustees. While Brenda enjoyed being a co-mother to Alisha, I could tell that she was starting to get jealous that I got to nurse her and that despite the ample size of her tits all Brenda could do was cuddle and play with her. When I started to believe that this was causing a little friction between us - something that had NEVER happened before with respect to anything - I told her "Brenda, just let Rob inseminate you and let's have another kid right away - that is in nine or ten months." She seemed a little startled by my suggestion. "Are you just saying that?" "Hell no, I'm not just saying that. It would be good for you to get a dick up your pussy anyway, and Rob will do a nicer job of it than any guy that you've ever dated," I shot back with a mock disgusted tone. After a significant delay where it looked like the wheels were turning furiously in Brenda's brain she said "Do you think that he'd do it?" I started laughing. "What's so funny?" she snapped. "Honey - you'd make him the happiest guy on the planet if you suggested it to him. Just take him out to dinner and ask if you can have the same deal as me. You'll probably have to let him fuck you while you're pregnant too, but you can suffer through that for the ability to nurse, can't you?" I responded, with a big smile on my face. Brenda took Rob out to dinner two nights later. When she got home I asked "Well?" "Don't you get tired of always being right?" she said in mock anger. By then my female parts had recovered from delivering Alisha and were ready for some more action, so that night we had three exceptionally delicious double dildo events. Yum! I knew damn well that Brenda was pregnant after her first five night encounter with Rob, but just like me I knew that she was enjoying the hell out of it, so she too pretended that she needed another session a month later to get pregnant. How did I know? All the woman wanted to do after her five nights with Rob was fuck, eat pussy, and be eaten. Normally we had sex about three times a week. After her first five night stint with Rob we had sex every night until her next stint, and most of them were marathon sessions. Both my tongue and pussy were raw - I was so grateful for the break when she had her second five night encounters with Rob. I teased the hell out of Rob about it. "How is Brenda as a sex partner?" I asked him on multiple occasions. He never figured out that I was just pulling his chain, and would get real uncomfortable, because as a true gentleman of course he would never say anything. Once I started asking him details about what he particularly liked about her pussy and tits - bringing up the distinctive features of her vagina and nipples - while Brenda was present, after initial discomfort so intense I thought that his blood vessels in his neck would burst, aided by Brenda's laughter he finally figured out that I was just screwing with him, and turned me upside down and spanked my ass. Fortunately I had panties on that night. As I predicted, Rob - totally bashfully - inquired of Brenda when she was about seven months pregnant if she might be agreeable to some "preggo intercourse." While Brenda's libido did not increase during pregnancy, like mine did, it didn't decrease either, even in her third trimester. Considering how happy and grateful it made Rob when I had preggo sex with him, I told her to "go for it," and she did. In fact, she actually spent the night with him three times between her seventh and eighth months. Rob was as proud as Brenda and I were when she delivered a large - in fact very large - boy we named Jackson Robert Wattmer; he was ten pounds, four ounces, and twenty four inches long. Considering that Brenda was almost six feet tall, and Rob six feet six inches, there really wasn't much hope that he was going to be small. Again, Rob was as helpful as he could be considering that he didn't live with us. Unfortunately Brenda's mother was still estranged from us - her choice - but my Mom came to help out, probably as much to see Rob as to actually help, although by then Alisha was really fun to play and interact with. ***************** While Brenda and I loved being Moms, we kept our business running smoothly, including by making a few management hires to help us out - eager young women with MBAs, just like we had. That freed us up to do more charity work, in particular for the National Charity that Rob served as the chairman of the board of. For that charity I organized the most successful fundraiser in the country even though our area was much smaller than places like NYC, Chicago, Houston and LA. Brenda developed a web site promotion that was so successful that within six months after its launch at least a dozen other charities had copied the general format, although since they didn't have Brenda's pizazz they weren't as successful. About six months after the charity event that I organized and ten months after Brenda's web site promotion launch, when Jackson was two and one-half and Alisha was three and one-half, Rob took us out to dinner. "I've got to go to NYC for a big charity event, and since I have no romantic interest - as you well know, despite your efforts..." We cut him off with a few chuckles and guffaws. Brenda and I had tried to set him up with several women we knew but they didn't meet Rob's criteria of no long-term involvement but just loving sex. "Stop laughing you two hyenas," he said with mock indignation. "As I was saying, I would love it if both of you would accompany me. I've been presumptuous enough to already book two luxury suites in The Plaza Hotel, and if you two want to get there a day early or stay a day late to shop, be my guest." "Will you give us your platinum card?" Brenda asked, batting her eyes. "Maybe; if that's what it takes to get both of you to come as my guests." "It's hard for us to leave the kids for - how many nights?" I said, then asked. "Two nights for sure, the night before the event and the night of, but like I said if you want to stay another day I'll foot the bill," he replied. "It would be hard to leave the kids that long," I said, following Brenda's lead and batting my eyes. "OK; I'll pay for the sitter and take you and our kids - they are mine too if you remember," he started. "Oh I certainly doooo remember," Brenda cooed, batting her eyes again. I fake hit her on the arm and moaned "Are you going straight, bitch; stop it!" We all got a good laugh. Then Rob continued, "Again, before I was so rudely interrupted, I'll pay for the sitter and take you and OUR kids on a four day vacation when my schedule lightens up next month." "And the platinum card for one day in NYC?" I chuckled. "OK...but with a $10,000 limit," he said, resigned. "Sounds like fun; we would have done it for just the hotel rooms, sucker," Brenda laughed; "Lisa is really hot in hotels!" **************** The trip to NYC was in Rob's private jet, one that runs on ethanol made from cellulose, was very comfortable. Rob had lots of activities during the day on Thursday so Brenda and I played tourist - we had only been to NYC a couple of times before in our lives. We only saw Rob for dinner Thursday night - along with several local dignitaries. Brenda was as horny as hell that night; she lied to Rob. She's the one who is always hot when we stay in hotels. It brings out the sex fiend in her. We got very little sleep, but we did sleep in, got room service breakfast, and left the hotel about noon with big smiles on our faces. Rob was doing all sorts of things during the day that we weren't privy to. He just told us to wear fashionable slinky outfits, and that he'd pick us up at 6:30 to go to the event. The event was in a beautiful spacious hotel ballroom. Rob introduced us to all sorts of people at the cocktail hour before dinner. I'm bad at names, but I was sure that I'd seen many of them on TV or in the movies. Both Brenda and me were unsure about the details of the evening - even the ultimate purpose - and Rob was consistently vague about it. We were quite surprised when we were seated at the table nearest the dais. We were shocked when we saw who we were seated next to. Brenda was between a Supreme Court Justice and a famous male actor. I was seated between everyone's favorite female TV hostess, and the Mayor of NYC. We were a little star-struck. I kept looking over at Rob who was at the table next to us and seated between the richest black woman in the world and a guy even bigger than he was, who I later found out was apparently considered the best present pro basketball player. However, Rob refused to make eye contact with me when I stared at him. After a really high end dinner, that was provided courtesy of one of the biggest corporations in the world, there were a few speeches about how great the charity had been doing the last year, the number of people helped, and the number of lives turned around. It culminated in a ten minute video that had almost everyone near tears. Then, to my surprise the MC - who was a famous female talk show host - said "Now for the highlight of the evening. I'd like to introduce Rob Brinker, chairman of the national board, who will make the presentation for co-persons of the year." The next ten minutes are fuzzy in my mind. All I remember for sure was Rob calling Brenda and me up to the stage, saying all sorts of stuff about us - I'm sure most of it lies - and then giving each of us a small gold-plated statue proclaiming us co-persons of the year for our help in raising the most money ever for the charity in a single year. Fortunately we weren't expected to speak, because I was out-of-it and I would have sounded like a total moron. At the dance that followed it seemed like everyone there congratulated Brenda and me. I noticed many familiar faces that I was sure that I had seen in newspapers, TV and movies, but to be honest I couldn't focus on who they were, although I warmly accepted their congratulations. At one point Rob came up with a big smile on his face and asked me to dance. When we were dancing a slow dance together I mumbled in his ear "You do realize that you'll pay for this, don't you, you little bastard." "Would you have come if you knew what was going to happen?" he grinned back. "Maybe, but I would have been as nervous as hell the last two weeks," I honestly replied. "See, I did you a favor," he laughed. "Brenda and I may not see it that way..." I replied, but before I could say anything more he lifted me off my feet and twirled me around. After the song stopped he said "There's one more person I want you to meet," grabbed my hand, and fast-walked me over to a young woman just finishing a conversation. "Lisa Wattmer I'd like you to meet Amber H." Then he took off. It was like looking in a mirror. Not just her face, but her body - we were the same height and had the same build. If she had on the same dress and her hair done like mine I would have thought it was a mirror. No wonder the paparazzi in LA at first didn't believe I wasn't her. We had a pleasant ten minute conversation but both of us were afraid to state the obvious. As everything was breaking up I got together with Brenda. One of the reasons that we have such a great marriage, in addition to always being honest with each other (well, except for the one time each of us pretended not to be pregnant, although neither of us fooled the other), is that it's almost like we have mental telepathy. We can figure out what the other one is thinking, and often it's the same thing that we're thinking. "You know we have to make that asshole hurt, don't you," Brenda fake sneered. "Hell yeah," I responded. "Are you thinking what I am - that we make him have a three-way with us?" I replied with a diabolical grin. "Once again you've read my mind," Brenda snickered. We had Rob walk us up to our luxury suite. We were the last guests to leave the ball room. When we got there, as he was trying to say goodnight, Brenda - who is as strong as an ox when she wants to be - pushed him into our room as he was hugging me at the same time that I was pulling him. "What's going on?" he uncomfortably chuckled. His eyes got wide as he saw Brenda drop her dress and undo her front clasp bra so that her big tits flopped out. As he was staring at her hard nipples I got completely naked and started undoing his belt. He made some feeble protests, but the fact that his cock was now rock hard belied his true feelings. After we had a threesome shower in the large marble steam shower in our suite bathroom, during which we played many rounds of "drop the soap," we led him to our bed. We threw the comforter and blanket on the floor, and then laid him down on his back and Brenda sucked his cock while I fondled and tongued his balls. After we had Rob groaning the appropriate amount, Brenda shinnied up on the mattress and spread her legs wide and gave me her "come-and-get-it" grin. I immediately got between her legs and massaged her creamy thighs with my hands while alternately tonguing and nibbling on her clit. She got very animated very quickly because I know exactly what gets her soaking wet. My pussy was also leaking and I had my ass straight up in the air. Rob didn't need a verbal invitation. He was trying to be gentle but he was so excited that he buried his rock hard cock in my tight little pussy in one thrust of his hips. It didn't take Rob long to explode. I mean, here he is, pulsing his big cock in my tight little cunt while fondling my tits and watching Brenda writhe in orgasm as her big beautiful boobs flop back and forth. It felt like he came inside me for an hour. As he came in me I squeezed Brenda's thighs all the harder and buried my nose, lips, and tongue in her inviting pussy. I had a nice little orgasm, but Brenda and Rob had over-the-top freak-out ones. I thought for sure that someone in an adjoining room was going to call security because Brenda shrieked so loudly and Rob grunted so forcefully. Once we came down from our highs, fatigue overcame us. We had had very long, very emotionally charged and physically exhausting, days, and the sex had sapped all of our strength. Rob lay on his back between us and Brenda and I snuggled up to him with our heads on his shoulders. She fondled my ass, and I stroked one of her tits, as we passed out more than fell asleep. We awoke the next morning refreshed. We sucked Rob hard again, and had him lay on his back with his head near the headboard. Brenda mounted him reverse cowgirl while I held onto the headboard for support and squatted with my pussy over his face. All three of us were very active and passionate and were rewarded when Rob's tongue and lips so energized my clit that it put me over the top at the same time that Brenda's cunt was sucking every last bit of cum out of him. We tried to get Rob to stay at the hotel with us one more night, after we went shopping with his platinum card. He would have been completely irresponsible if he had, however, since he had two meetings that afternoon with people from all over the country coming to our home city to see him. With just a few words and a little mind reading, Brenda and I decided that we had further work to do on Rob, so we gave up our day of shopping, canceled the hotel room for that night, and rode back home with Rob in his private jet. Rob had set up the seats in his jet in a little conversation grouping. We chatted nicely with him about various subjects and both did our best to "subtly" expose our thighs and panty-less crotches to him. He was obviously turned on, but was soldiering on by carrying our conversation. When we were about forty five minutes out, Brenda and I started talking to each other. "You know, even though he is a sneaky bastard, he is nice to us and the father of our kids. Maybe we should be nicer to him," Brenda said to me. "You know, he is a decent guy and he obviously can't get acceptable pussy on his own. Maybe we should more-or-less adopt him as a charity project," I devilishly replied. "Are you suggesting that we give up our precious pussies to him on a regular basis? I thought that we were exclusive," Brenda shot back. A Great Way to Get Kids "Well we are, with women. And neither of us wants another man, either. However, we need to keep on his good side so that we can finagle shopping sprees out of him, and get him to take care of the kids when we need to go away and fuck each other," I nonchalantly replied. "You do realize that I'm right here and can hear everything that you're saying, don't you," Rob interjected. We both stared at him. He was blushing slightly. I got up, slid the two steps over to him, sat on his lap and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Oh, Rob. You know damn well that you're over-the-moon in love with us, and that you'll take whatever pussy we're willing to give you." He now turned beet red. "I think that Brenda and I will each have one 'hetero' day a week and bestow our favors upon you. Would that bend your mind enough so that we could manipulate you to do whatever we wanted?" I purred. Rob turned almost purple in embarrassment. "You don't need a verbal answer, Lisa-dear," Brenda snickered. "His cock is growing so fast it might catapult you off of him any second now." "I can feel it. I tell you what, Rob. If you would like to spend one night a week with me and one night a week with Brenda, with an occasional three way, start fingering my pussy. And think about how good it feels when your cock is inside of it," I snickered, and then stuck my tongue in his ear. Rob looked over at Brenda like a deer caught headlights. "Go ahead, Rob, when the little cunt needs her pussy attended to she keeps going until she gets what she wants." Rob stuck his middle finger up my channel. I giggled. The next thought I had was hard to get out with his finger up my pussy. Removing all gasps and gaps it was something like "One more thing, Rob; we need you to get snipped because Brenda and I don't need birth control with each other, and we're happy with two kids." "That's asking quite a lot isn't it?" Rob asked, fingering me even more enthusiastically. "Brenda, why don't you come over here and let our little sex slave suck on one of your delicious nipples. Maybe that will make him see it our way," I moaned. Brenda was over in a flash with her top open, exposing her bra-less tits. Rob was in heaven sucking and fingering, but it only lasted a few minutes when we heard the pilot say "Fasten your seat belts please, we're starting our decent and it's a little bumpy today." Of course eventually he did agree to a vasectomy, although he negotiated a three day weekend with each of us to fuck our ever-loving brains out. ************** Our plan worked out well. Almost every week for the last year, Brenda and I have each had a "hetero" night fucking Rob. In that time we also have had two more three-ways, but they're so emotionally and physically exhausting that we can't do them too often. We usually have the "hetero" nights at our house in the remote guest bedroom, and the kids are thrilled to have daddy there in the morning when they get up. Although I didn't think that it was possible, our "hetero" nights with Rob have made the sex between Brenda and I even more amazing. Both the quality and quantity are at all-time highs. We are head-over-heels in love with each other, and also feel really good about helping Rob, because aside from each other and our kids he is definitely our favorite person in the world. Rob brought tears to my eyes during our "hetero" experience last night. After fucking me doing the Wheelbarrow, as we snuggled together he stared into my eyes and said "Lisa. Thank you so much. After my wife died I never thought that I could be happy again. You and Brenda changed that. I'm as happy now as I ever have been. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" What do you say to that? I mean, I had to fuck him again, didn't I?