“Oh boo, I was hoping to catch you two getting reproductive in here.” His eyes involuntarily flicked down to Becca’s thigh gap at Isabel’s insinuation, feeling the urge growing in his loins to do just that. So, Kenneth continued medicating his depression with mindless, meaningless sex, though he knew that it wouldn’t be meaningless for the women once he came. “I still plan to fix everything.”
“Honey,” she said, rubbing her freshly reimpregnated abdomen as she smiled innocently at her husband, “you do what you have to do, and I’ll do what I have to do. Unaware of her husband’s distress – or unbothered by it – Becca looked the mother and daughter up and down approvingly. He knew that this time it wouldn’t be so easy – Isabel had effectively patched his exploit, and so if he wanted to undo his traits now, he’d likely have to fuck new, unimpregnated women to do so. I’m so close! Becca too felt as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice-cold water over her libido. Kenneth continued draining his balls into Allison’s baby-maker, reinvigorated by the arousing realization that Kelly would soon have a new sibling – one that would share half of its genes with Allison, just as Kelly did, but would share the other half with the man who had just finished
