I was busy just grunting as I was getting ready to leave another load in her. Hannah leaned forward to kiss me, the sort of kiss that would only provoke an orgasm. "Fill her up, Nate," she whispered, "Maybe you'd like to put a baby in her?"

That set me off again. Guess it was this thing in my mind, the caveman ideal of spreading my seed. I'm not sure what it was, but whenever Amy, Hannah or Emma mentioned it, the idea was just a complete and utter turn on. Maybe I wanted to be a father at heart? I didn't really have much time to think about it...