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The laughter that greets me is, I gather, all at my expense. When you live with six girls, and now eight counting Rose and Rosemarie, the likelihood of keeping anything confidential is nonexistent. As soon as Jun and Cherise left the office they headed downstairs and the word was out to all assembled.They all think I am off my nut and, if I am not, then I must be very ill. I gather that my convincing talk earlier was ephemeral in its effect on Cherise's and Jun's views of the matter. The only thing I can do is to challenge them and, in a way, turn up the heat. I have something to lose by doing it, but my suspicion is that I will end up OK.
I take it you all think I am loco; that my plan has no hope of working. I believe it will work for the women across the way. With the exception of Rose and Rosemarie, it will work easier for them than it will for you because they have pretty twelve-year-old daughters, and even if you did, your children are my children and no one is taking my children from me. Still, if you are willing to leave your children behind, I will help you to find a husband of your own. Rose, as you do not carry my child nor, have you given birth to a child of mine, there is no reason why I can't place you as easy as the others. I understand that such a desire is not unreasonable.
That quiets them a bit. I continue...
My experience is that most Filipinas do not understand how to do the website posting to their best advantage. Yes, all of you, and I am going to fix that problem. These mothers also have something that other women don't have, or are unwilling to do if they do have ... offer themselves and their daughters as a package. Marry one and get two wives. It is illegal, so we have to do it right, but it can be done. Additionally, they don't know how to sell their looks. They post pictures that do not help them at all. Finally, they undersell their beauty and use terms that scare guys off. I am sure I can fix that. We have lovely mothers with daughters living here. We will start with those. If you want to be added, just raise your hand.
No hands go up, but three are crying. Four girls asked at the same time, do I want them to go?!
No, I do not. I want to live the rest of my life with all you around me. But you need to rethink your attitude toward me and the task at hand. I find nothing funny about a dormitory of desperate women on our hands andand, while I understand, Rose, that you may want to join the family, this has to stop! This whole thing is not funny. ... This matter is serious and needs a serious solution. Unless one of you has a better solution, I think it is bad manners to ridicule the only solution under consideration.
The crying stops, but supper is a quiet meal. After supper, I ask for an official photographer for the whole project. That is Mitch. The web content editor will be Abbey. Cherise and Jun will work on web-chat manners, do's and don'ts. Joy, Anabel and Rosemarie will work with the daughters.
Rose asks, What do I do?
Learn from Cherise and Jun. Assist Joy when she needs it.
I set out rules for some of the things the girls must and must not do.
- There will be no asking for money or gifts, no mention of presents or anything of value.
- There will be no gossiping.
- They will have to follow our guidance about dress and hair before they get in front of any web camera.
- We will have to approve the clothing worn in pictures.
- They will push for the guy to come here.
- They will present their daughter on the camera and those contacts must be closely controlled by us.
- They must not say anything about the daughter being part of the deal while on camera on in any chat session.
- If they need an annulment, they will be honest about it on the website, but tell the guy she does not need his money.
- If he insists, and wants to pay, the guy's funds will in fact go only to defraying my legal costs in this matter.
- The girl will make sure the guy gets an OR1 for the cash payment from the law office.
- The women may accept a gift, but it is critical that they not ever ask for gifts.
The question is, who will be first. We will learn that the next day.
I am still a bit irritated and go upstairs alone. I am sitting in an easy chair in my bedroom, reading the second volume of Mark Twain's autobiography, when Mitch and Abbey enter the bedroom. They ask if I wanted them to find boyfriends and leave.
Did you not hear me when I answered that question downstairs? No, I do not. I want you both to stay forever, but you are both far too young to be happy with me and I understand that you might want to find someone closer to your own age. Still, you are the mothers to five of my kids, so absolutely, no. However, have become something of a joke to the two of you? I find none of this funny.
The two apologize and admit that they had laughed at a time. But they understand now that I am trying to solve a real problem. It is just that, from their point of view, most guys would give their right nut to be in my situation.
I have to acknowledge the truth of that. But that is a fantasy. The reality is very different. I have a real problem that has been brought on by Jun and Joy, not me. I am just trying to figure out how to survive it.
Yes, they understand it now. Our discussion ends as we undress each other and climb into bed.
These two girls are still teenagers. Yes, they are also mothers, but you would not know it to look at them. They are beautiful and have been able to take care of their bodies in a manner that other less fortunate girls cannot. I am more than forty years older than they are, but for them that seems to be a badge of honor. And tonight they are more than anxious to allow me to compare what they can do in bed with what the Rose and Rosemarie duo did for me.
Abbey also mentions that they have been talking that maybe it is time for more kids from them. I am happy to hear that.
There is no big deal to getting into bed. Both have wraps on with nothing underneath. I am in shorts and briefs only and those are off in a flash.
We know each others' bodies. I know where to touch both of them to elicit the best response and they know me. I have urged that they breast feed long after most women quit. I like their swollen breasts and the milk. They feed not just their own but also the other children on an as-requested basis, which ends up being a lot of breast feeding. Both of them have full breasts tonight and I feast on them both. I do it often when there is something inside their pussies or asses. It makes their orgasms far more intense. They cum easily these days; their bodies are used to being stimulated and just seem to snap right into the mode where the orgasm is right there ready for the turning on and turning up. They are not mind-blowing orgasms but long, slow events that cause their whole bodies to come undone.
We play and take care of each other for three hours on low-impact but highly effective lovemaking. The end is a tangle of three bodies that just naturally belong together and are at peace. I cum once early, inside Abbey, just as she is whispering that, in six and a half years, her oldest daughter will be ready for my cock. That sets me off like a rocket. Later, I awaken to Mitch giving me head. I move her up and enter her and, in short order - maybe thinking again about Abbey's comment, paint Mitch's pussy with my cum. She moans in delight when she feels the hot cum inside her and just settles back to sleep like a sweet child after a warm glass of milk.
In the morning, Mitch is up and gone early, but Abbey hangs back and starts me up for another go. I am inside her in that same side position I used with Rosemarie. It is a gentle position, allowing a long sustained session. It also permits face to face conversation. Abbey wants to fuck and talk.
You have us scared, you know. First Anabel joins us and then you take that Rosemarie to bed. When you first took us we weren't that young. They are really cute. So are all the other sixth graders over there. Jake, are we losing you?
I understand your fear. But how can I make you believe that I want you forever? If there was a way I could marry all of you together, I would; but just marrying one of you is worse than not marrying at all. I do not know how to make you understand that the reason I am trying to get these women married is for all our sakes. Two days ago, when Rose took me at my desk, we didn't even get to bed, and your mother told Rose how to join the family. She didn't ask me, she just told Rose. Jun didn't ask me when she brought Anabel home. I did not give Jun permission to tell all those mothers that I would be fucking their daughters, but that's what she told them. ... ... It's more than beginning to get out of control here. I have not wanted to add anyone new to this house since Cherise. I had no intention of adding anyone else. Now three new females are here. I need to find a way to shut it down by providing a path for those females that has nothing to do with me. I love you and Mitch and your mother, and Jun and Cherise and Anabel. I will accept that Rose and Rosemarie may be permanently here, too. But, as God is my witness, that is more than enough! I am needing your help to stop this now.
I will have to speak to mother. She should not have done that, but you are right, I heard her talking to Rose later. It may be too late for that one. I promise you, Mitch and I will help you.
As I tell her I am happy with her, unrequested, I stick that little dildo up her ass. I kiss her deeply as we continue to fuck. Seconds later we are both cumming as I tell her I want to fuck our daughter.
Twenty minutes later we are in the shower and getting ready for the big experiment.
After a quick breakfast of mango, a small sweet banana, OJ and coffee, it is back to the office. There is much to do in preparation for what I hope will be the solution to a real problem.
At 4PM, Jun and Cherise have our guinea pig, Flory (and her daughter, Ivy), and we are all on in my office. I have a 52" plasma display hooked up to a computer. Mitch is there with the camera. We have a rack full of clothing, a tray of cosmetics and Joy is ready as our impromptu beautician. The first thing we do is look at the profiles other women have on one of the dating websites. I have our guinea pig discuss what she thinks of the photos and show us photos she has of herself. One of the reasons this girl has been selected is that she has tried and failed to find someone using this website before. So we look at her old profile as well.
I talk about what is wrong with the photos we have seen in general and of hers. We have Mitch take pictures based on my advice. We don't need to show a beach, or a goofy action shot, or an odd one clearly taken via a mirror. Full face shots from right, left and front, a couple of shots with her in a chair sitting with crossed legs in a dress and a skirt, a few full length shots in a short, tight dress to show off the beautiful body, and a number of comparable shots with her daughter, also in a very short, tight dress. We finish off with a couple of face shots of both of them looking off. The hair was perfect in each. The clothing is perfect and the background was muted.
We update all the statistical information, including changing the self-effacing 'average' to 'very attractive.' We add information about the daughter. We replace the three bad photos with about twenty of our new ones. We change the text from I am just a simple girl looking for an honest man, to I promise you that I am all you see and far more. Marry me and you will never have to worry. I will stay with you for life. I will be careful with your money, drive you crazy in bed, make you proud in public and never complain, because you will be my dream come true. You don't have to be a hunk to make me feel like a real woman. Just be kind and good to me and my beautiful daughter.
We post it and set up the girl and her daughter with a notebook and webcam. We also go over all the rules that I laid out the night before. We coach her on chatting with the men. We make it clear to her that, while she cannot offer her daughter along with herself to the man, there are ways to let him know that he will be very happy when he comes over here. Once he is here, the two of them will both have him and seal the deal. We will help screen the men for the women to make sure the men are OK.
Just when I thought there is nothing more I need to do for this test, Abbey comes to me. It seems that our guinea pig and her daughter need some sex training with a man. Flory had been raped and knew nothing about sweet sex and Ivy is, of course, a virgin. My six girls tell me I have two days to teach them, as I can't expect to handle all the others if each takes more than two days. And that is nighttime teaching, as the chatting with the States is during the day.
For two nights, Flory and I make love every way I know. Once we have Flory OK with sex, we add Ivy. Because they are a team, they need to be comfortable with each other. Much to their surprise, I have them going down on each other. They are less freaked out than I thought they might be. I take each of them in every hole, and do that while the other is in the room. When we are done, I know they can handle anything that comes at them with some grace. I actually come to regret losing them.
It takes only 36 hours before we have a real serious hit. The guy is a contractor in LA, and three weeks later, he is in the Anchor Hotel in Gensan. Flory goes to meet him with Ivy. We don't see them for a week. By that time, she has a platinum and diamond engagement ring, and the daughter is telling us that her new dad likes it when she gives him a hummer while running a finger up his ass. The guy files the I-129F2 forms two weeks after getting back to the States.
Even before we have proof of the filing I have fifteen other mothers wanting in the program. Nine of them are married and need an annulment. Our legal intern from Atty. Espejo's office sets up shop in the dormitory and works diligently getting the papers filed. We hire a psychologist to testify as needed (which we later find is not needed). I contact the Sheriff to quickly serve papers on the husbands. We identify the filings with the court clerk and Judge's secretary, as per the agreement I have worked through with the judge.
We have all the annulments completed in five months. All the mothers understand what is needed to make sure there is a new marriage and what to do to hold on to it. We are not playing nice, we are playing for keeps in a game where these girls and their daughters have almost nothing to lose and everything in the world to gain.
I don't have to teach any of the other mothers, but my girls are adamant that I have to teach all the daughters and that includes mother/daughter contact. For six months, I am a satyr. To say it isn't mind blowing would be a lie. To tell you I remember all of it will also be a lie. I can't even remember faces and who I do what with. But in the end not one of those females is a virgin and I have planted seeds in more than a couple. We will not do a mother and her daughter until the man is on his way. So even if my seed is in the daughter/student, the guy will assume it is his. Of the graduating class, seventeen are no longer virgins by my actions and three are left untouched.
We have posted profiles for sixteen mothers and, by February of the same school year, all sixteen are engaged with visa paperwork filed. We allow the families who are waiting on their Visas in March to stay on in the dorm until the beginning of the next school year. By May 15th, two weeks before the start of the new school year, all are in the US and married. It has been a major success. But, as with every success, there is a major unwanted set of consequences and some odd things that are neither good nor bad, they just are.
The first of this year's fallout, is that I had spent sixty-five days over six months making love to the students and their mothers. That means that I have had sex with sixteen girls twelve years of age. That gets to be addictive, and I do not recommend it to others. The next bit of fallout is that Rose and Rosemarie have, as expected, joined the family. It would be unfair to call Rose a nymphomaniac. She is no more highly sexed than I am, but it is honest to say she needs sex every day and she isn't picky, it can be a woman or a man. She just needs sex every day.
Mitch's calendar springs a leak trying to add in Rose's needs. Mitch is stumped and I am equally unable to sort this out. I opt to contact a programmer friend to write a scheduling matrix application for us which automates the damned thing. Rose does every one of the other six girls, excluding Rosemarie. Rosemarie has our first child before she turns thirteen years of age. The child is healthy and so is Rosemarie. She has four more in the next five years, a total of five before she reaches her twentieth birthday.
The other piece of fallout is that we have an even greater demand for Jun's class the next year. We follow the same procedure but, with double the applicants, the pool is richer, with even greater beauty. It is frustrating as we have to say no to some wonderful people.
There are many things that we decide that we just must exclude, as they just don't work well in our model. Mothers with current boyfriends won't work for us, nor do religious families don't either. It isn't that I dislike the deeply devout, it's just that they aren't a good fit. We find we need to exclude, what we perceive in the vetting process, as rigid thinkers. There are some great moms and some great kids, but if the great kid's mother is rigid, or vice versa, that doesn't work either.
I have Mr. Reyes, and the contractor we always use, build yet another dorm but with a larger eating and cooking facility. Before we accept the final class of twenty, Jun gives the same speech she had the previous year with a few additions.
Each of the mothers will have to live in the dorm with her daughter. There is a program for them as well, including English lessons, grooming, home bookkeeping skills, lessons with US currency, US measures and budgeting. The goal is to get the daughters in top position to sail through school in the US, and for both to learn what they need, to find and hold a husband in the States. They will go from the poorest of Filipinas to middle class and upper class Americans in ten months. The bottom line is, no arguments. They do it our way, or they should just withdraw now. No one is withdrawing. As I look out at the forty females assembled (mothers and students/daughters), I know I will fuck each and every one of them for at least one day.
They will not be fucked by the fat man who had come to the Philippines seven years earlier. My fruit-for-breakfast-and-lunch diet with a moderate sized supper has resulted in a trimmer me. I am now 150lb and my high blood pressure only requires one lower-dose pill, not the three I had been using when I first arrived. I also no longer need the Viagra. The loss of weight seems to have an effect on that as well. I am still old and I still snore, but I need no other medication in my 64th year. I have more energy than I had six years ago. Because of all that, I am better in bed! Rather than feel intimidated by the circumstances, virility and endurance are not a concern. I tend to use the stairs and not the elevator.
This year, we have a younger set of mothers. Two who are twenty-three, five who are twenty-four, and five who are twenty-five. All the mothers gave birth to these children eleven years ago, making them as young as twelve, and no older than fourteen, at time of birth and maybe as young as eleven at conception.
Two mothers have a younger daughter as well. Cherise will be teaching those kids.
We have the legal intern already working on the annulments. There will be only five of them this year. I decided to add something else to the plan for the mothers. As Rose can never get enough sex, I decide to make sure all these mothers know about adult girl-on-girl sex. The mothers will learn how to handle a threesome for their husbands without a meltdown. Rose is going to be very busy and give my household a little bit of a breather.
The next unanticipated outcome comes from the mothers of our first group. All those who have married and settled in the US are keeping track of each other, via a private group web chat site one of the husbands is hosting. They call the group, Jake's Girls. I hear about it via Rose, who is also in touch with the girls. When Rose tells them that I am aware of the website, I get an invitation from the webhost/husband to join. I find that there is a section for the women, and a section for the husbands. I have access to both. For the first few months I am busy answering questions for both groups. The Webmaster ends up collecting a bunch of that and puts it in a FAQ for later arrivals.
As a result of joining the group I learn that, of the sixteen daughters, eleven of them are pregnant when they arrive in the States. The girls want to know who the father is in each case. Working with Rose, they get a genetic sample from me. Based on genetic testing, all the kids are mine. There were four boys and seven girls. The mothers get together and decide that all the girls will be named Jacquie and the boys will be named Jacob.
Rather than causing problem for the men, the webmaster informs me that it actually provides cover for the men, as it provides proof that there is sexual activity outside the family; and the evidence is that the girls were active with others before the guys married their wives ... The fact that the girls were not virgins, therefore, lowered rather than raised flags. It seems the lack of such a pregnancy is a problem for the other fathers. That is valuable feedback.
Seven of the wives live in California. Three live in Hawaii. The rest are scattered across the USA. There is discussion about when to include the mothers of our current students into the website. Some mothers are for immediate contact, but I think it will be a distraction. I do not want inclusion until there is an I-129F filed. The husbands of the girls side with me, as do about half the mothers, and so that becomes the policy and the website has become a semi-official extension of our operation.
The website allows us to track the progress of the girls throughout the two-step visa process. After they get to the US on a K1 fiancée visa, they have to marry and file within 90 days for an Adjustment of Status (AOS) to prove they have gotten married and that the marriage is not a sham. That first step, when completed, results in a conditional green card, good for two years. Ninety days prior to the expiration of that card, they have step two, the application for a Removal of Conditions (ROC). That is the gold standard, the regular ten year green card. There is one more step we will track; the application for naturalization (citizenship). While it is not required, all the girls say they want it.
I gather that some of the girls who have settled in southern California are visiting each other with their husbands and daughters.
Of the original sixteen there is not one divorce. There is a problem with one of the guys with an incident of domestic abuse, but two of the other husbands show up at the guy's house and explain to him in somewhat graphic detail to never, ever hit his wife or daughter again. The next time, the only way he will see his testicles will be if he keeps them in a jar. The wife reports later that the problem has never occurred again.
Meanwhile, our dormitories are filled, and annulments garnered long before they are needed. As I had noted, once you get used to having very willing twelve-year-olds in your bed, you do get addicted. I will have the students only when the prospective fiancé is on his way to meet the mother, so, for the first few months, I can only look and wait.
The mothers are a different story. I take each of them for a night, then Rose and I both have them for a night, then Rose takes them for a week. Finally, I will see them again with Rose. The difference between my first session with them and Rose, and the second one, is like day and night. The first night they are tentative when it comes to girl-girl action. They just lie on the bed when I am interacting with Rose. When Rose is doing them, they look uncomfortable. That second time, they are fully engaged. If I am inside Rose, they will be either heightening Rose's experience or mine. When I am inside them, they welcome Rose's added participation sucking their breasts, or reaming their ass or kissing them on the lips. It is like a different woman in the bed each time.
Later, we suggest that the second group take it as a mission to instruct the first group on this and, to a certain extent, that does happen.
Also, in the second year, I have six new children of my own. Cherise and Rose are the only ones who don't get pregnant. Both of them are still using birth control. Between my active social calendar and my office obligations, I am as busy as I ever want to be.
We have a wrinkle the second year. It regards the few younger siblings of our 'students.' They are here, on-site, and in Cherise's class. Should there be sexual contact? If so, what is the age cutoff? The conversation is both at our supper table and on the website.
That issue is hard to resolve. We deal with it by providing some messages via our two classroom teachers that sex in the home is no one else's business and daddies need their daughters' love as much as they need love from their wives. That the time when they should let their daddies and mommies know they were ready to give their daddies real love is after their third period. For girls who are in the younger group but have already started their periods, we decide we would provide additional information both to the child and the mother. As there are only two of these in the fifth grade this year it isn't hard to handle. In the coming years the template proves very useful.
Both girls are eleven years old. I find it interesting that their mothers conceived their first child when they were eleven years old. I guess early onset puberty runs in families. Both show no outward signs of sexual development. They are cute but, seeing as how their mothers are stunning and their sisters are beyond cute, that these girls should be cute is not a long shot. Both like to flirt and are very much girlie-girls and not tomboys. They like frills and lace. When I take their virginity, I have the child's mother in the bed with us. This is a group effort. It is important that I am not hovering over these girls. So I lie on my back and have the mother instruct the child on the penis and the vagina. The mother demonstrates everything and allows the child to try it afterward. I am initially unsure that these girls are really ready for this. I am wrong. Both get wet pussies and both fuck themselves silly the second night, without coaching from mom. In fact, both of them ask for further contact with me without mom. I am hesitant about the request. As a compromise, we set up a camera for the mother to watch from another room. The sessions are without incident, other than, for the first time, for both girls, each has an orgasm, as they bounce on my cock. It seems that mom's presence dims the chance of that happening.
The biggest surprise, late in the year, is Rosemarie. She is again pregnant. She wants to be with me all the time. She doesn't mind sharing, me so long as she is there. Somehow, she convinces the other girls that it will not be an imposition on them if she comes with them to my bed on the other girls' nights. The result is I am inside Rosemarie's pussy five nights a week, every week until the birth of her child. Rosemarie has turned 13, and so she is a year beyond Jun's class. As the outlier, she is a problem for Cherise, but Cherise does not complain and Rosemarie does fine in her school education. On the matter of her sexual education, she is already a master of the art.
Her breasts, at age 13 and with child, are B cups, large for many a Filipina. She looks wonderful and the pregnancy makes her look even nicer. Her love-making with me is just that. She has attached her heart to me and, no matter what I tell her about sharing it only works for her, if she is actively there in the room. She will sneak into my office during the day, crawl under the desk and just squat there under the desk, giving me head. She wants me up her ass and just about demands it on a daily basis. She is as addicted to sex as is her mother.
Eventually, she develops a strong attachment to Abbey, who also seems to have feelings for Rosemarie. Dildos up the ass replace my cock and, eventually we pull her into line with the rest of the girls.
I love and care for all my girls, but their relationships with me are radically different, one from another. Jun is mine because of that one day years ago in Boracay. It is a rule that came unbidden from her head. I accepted her and she will always be mine, until her untimely death from breast cancer at age 45; but her love is for children; for teaching and 'saving those most at risk'. The school and the children - and their mothers - she rides herd on, satisfies that need. My love for her is the anchor, not what nourishes her. We both know that and there are no problems between us.
Cherise joined us because we needed a teacher for our children. She joined the family because it gave her the anchor she needed. For the rest of my life, she will be raising and teaching our children which includes her children. She is in a loving family and she knows she will always be safe and loved. She works very hard in the school and we all know that. She is respected and has the status of an expert within our family. My physical love for her is real and important to her, but her life is in essence about the children. She and I know this and, as with Jun, we have no problems or issues.
Joy is my anchor. She knows that and, to say that it is important to her would be to understate the matter. Other than my say on a matter, Joy's say is the final word. She also knows that if she needs it or even just wants it, she has first rights in my bed. She might be the oldest of my girls, but that makes no difference to me. Joy is the executor of my estate. In her hand is my assignment of medical responsibility if I am incapacitated. It is she I trust to know my heart. She does know my heart.
Abbey and Mitch - I cannot separate them in my heart. They are cousins who have known each other since they were in diapers and are attached to each other through a joint bond. I want the best for them. In the past, I was prepared for them to fly off together and leave my nest. I tried to make sure they knew that, while honestly telling them I selfishly hoped it didn't happen. But over these last six years it is only tighter that they cleave to my arms, my heart and my bed. It is apparently an unbreakable bond. In spite of age, it will not give way. I initially thought that their presence was a way to secure my allegiance to Joy, but that is never going to be an issue. Joy and I have spoken about that matter and we have spoken to Abbey and Mitch about it. The two do not have to be there to protect Joy's position. I even offered to marry Joy if they need that before they set out in search of their own lives. But that, they have told both Joy and me, is no longer a concern they have. They know I am committed to Joy. In their hearts they belong with me. I love them and they love me. There is nothing to discuss.
Anabel is another young one I wanted to help fly away on wings that caught the air with a firm resolve. I want her to get a good education, enter a career and get a good husband. Anabel wants to have my children, all the while finishing her education, but she has no intention of leaving. She politely asked me to stop pushing her away. We certainly enjoy sex with each other. As to why any of these women enjoy sex with an old man, is for someone else to consider. I only know the truth of it.
... And that was supposed to be it.
Then we added Rose and Rosemarie. In the end I decided that Rose was a female wolf who had been invited into the hen house. Anywhere else, that would have been a problem, but for me it is a blessing. I don't think she loves me as much as she loves the world I provide for her. While she is fun in bed and an interesting female to talk with, at the odd reflective moment, I do not perceive that she has ever bonded to me. Joy disagrees with me on this matter, and tells me that Rose is strongly committed and definitely loves me. In any case, I love her, and she allows for the smooth operation of a process that is far more difficult without her. Though she is not Joy's bed partner most nights, she and Joy have formed a strong relationship outside of the bedroom.
Rosemarie is a different breed of cat. She has her mother's sex drive and insatiable need, but she wanted me to marry her - as a twelve-year-old. I hoped that her attention would have been, over the years, diverted to other men. But her production of children of my seed and her steadfast determination to love me insures that she will be with me until the day I die. I do not know why, but just as is Anabel, this young one is mine ... and how can I not love someone who loves me so completely, has given her body to me completely, and has given me children. And so, both she and Anabel have my deep and complete love.
I do enjoy the sex with the other girls, but they are not family. In each case we are working hard to make sure they are someone else's family. We are working hard to make sure there is enough in the ingredients to make those marriages, both so unusual and so endurable, as to be bulletproof.
This goal is, in a bizarre way, decent, honorable and altruistic. Yes, altruistic to the extent that it costs me money to get the results we desire and succeed in getting; and, to the extent that there is no reward or return, other than the sex, which I could probably have without all the investment. The decent and honorable parts, well, OK, maybe they are a little more of a stretch. But we are working to better the lives of these women far beyond what they would otherwise achieved. Isn't that a little decent and honorable?
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