Chapter 14

As usual, Flora had prepared a truly fantastic meal, which they all enjoyed thoroughly. After eating, they sat around the dinner table, sipping wine and chatting. Michelle wondered aloud how Sofia was faring with Jorge. “I mean, I’m sure she’s fine ... but she seemed a little bummed out when she left with Jorge,” Michelle opined.

Angie seemed to be lost in her own thoughts when she suddenly gasped, the color in her face draining. “You don’t think Jorge would ever ... ya’ know ... try anything with Sofia, would he?”

Michelle shook her head, “Nope. Not a chance.”

“How can you be so sure?” Angie demanded.

“‘Cause if he did, Romes and Momma Flora would cut off his balls in public,” Michelle stated, matter-of-fact.

“True,” Romi added while Flora nodded slowly.

“Okay...,” Angie answered. “But ... I mean ... I thought you guys were all fine with the whole ‘incest thing’. What makes Jorge and Sofia different?”

Henry’s face had begun to glow hotter. Just the thought of another man touching any of the ladies in his care made his blood begin to bubble in anger. Wisely, he chose to take a drink of his wine, and stay silent.

Flora tried to set the record straight. “Angelica, it’s like this – in my family, it’s perfectly acceptable for a parent to help their children learn about their own bodies, especially during those crazy times of puberty, where the hormones are going bananas. But that does not extend to the rest of the family. Period.”

“So ... if Romi had a son, you’d support her teaching him about sex? Like ... hands-on teaching?” Angie asked.

Flora shrugged. “I suppose so. To be honest, I’ve never thought about it. I mean, it’s possible that my mom taught my brothers, but that’s not the impression I got. As I told Henry many years ago, it’s always just been assumed that boys learn what they have to on their own, while girls could get hurt by not knowing more than they learn in some school Health class. Or worse ... in Sunday School.”

“And you, Henry?” Angie asked.

“If that’s the way that Romi chose to raise the child, then I wouldn’t tell her not to. But ... to be completely honest, it would bother me a bit,” Henry admitted.

This was surprising to Romi. “Really, Daddy? What’s so different in that hypothetical scenario? Are you secretly a misogynist or something?” She taunted him with her tone.

Henry held up his hands in surrender. “It’s nothing like that, I promise. The truth of it is less of a gender thing – and more of a jealousy thing. Ever since Flora and I started dating, I’ve wanted to be the only man who gets to enjoy her body. And ever since Romi told me she only wanted to be with me, I’ve been possessive of her as well. But I know how flawed I am, and I would hope that, given the circumstance, I’d be able to put aside my own shortcomings in favor of the other person’s interests.” Henry shrugged. His face still shone deep red, but it was no longer from imagined envy ... it was a blush of embarrassment at his own character deficiency.

Romi rose and went to Henry, kissing his cheek and giving him a warm smile. “I think I understand, Daddy. And you don’t have to worry ... I still don’t want another man to touch me – only you.” She made her way back to her chair, and took a sip of her wine. “Plus, if I have my way, Sofia will be exactly like me; she’ll get to learn while watching Momma and Daddy ... or me and Daddy. And in the end, she’ll probably get so turned on, she won’t be able to keep herself from jumping on that horse dick of yours,” she chuckled and the other women joined her laughter.

“Just like her momma,” Michelle quipped with a giggle.

“Speaking of which,” Romi continued, “I’m starting to feel a little bit itchy for some of Daddy’s lovin’. What do you think, Daddy? Are you gonna be ready again pretty soon?”

“‘Fraid not, sweetie,” Henry answered. “I’m gonna need to rest until tomorrow morning. I guess I’m getting old, huh?” Romi and Flora both rolled their eyes.

“Oh hush,” Flora waved her hand, dismissing his comment. “I’ve never even heard of a man who can do the things you can, regardless of age,” Flora said.

Angie nodded her agreement. “True. I mean ... obviously, I don’t have a whole lot of experience with guys, but I’ve had enough to know that no one else could have done what you’ve done the last two days, Henry. It’s like ... Jesus ... how much baby batter can one guy shoot ... or even make?! I’ve seen bukkake videos where a lady will let, like, 20 guys cum all over her, and if we only count today, you’ve already squirted at least as much as they all did!”

“And he’s always been like that,” Flora confirmed. “Dios mio! The first time I made him cum, I thought I would have to hire one of my illegal cousins just to bring a mop and help me clean up!”

The ladies got a good laugh from that. Henry just shrugged and blushed again, hiding a sheepish grin from everyone by emptying his wine glass.

“Anyway,” he said, hoping to end the discussion about his nut butter, “I think I’m gonna just relax tonight ... maybe watch another movie. Anyone else interested?”

“Only if I get to pick the movie ... no more of those ancient black and white films,” Michelle said with a smile.

Flora made a mock show of being insulted, then smiled and told Michelle to go pick something. “That means Angie and Romi have cleanup duty then. Once everything is squared away, we’ll all meet in the family room to watch whatever pile of drivel ‘Chelle has chosen,” she said, smirking at Michelle.

While everyone else was busy in their tasks, Henry chose to visit the master bath and empty his bladder. Once back downstairs, he poured some single-malt Scotch for himself before making his way to the family room.

For some silly, unspoken reason, everyone except Angie expected Michelle’s movie choice to follow the same genres it had when she was a young teenager ... namely, focused heavily on teen rom-coms. Though occasionally, she would choose the types of flicks that irked Henry the most; hypocritical diatribes disguised as underdog stories. In so many of those flicks, there was a character who claimed to be fully independent (“I don’t need no man to help me run my life!”), while still insisting that she should be treated like royalty, pampered and adored by a man who would pay for everything himself, then whisk her away to a life of even more decadent regality. Regardless of the overt gender issues, Henry always hated those preachy, yet obviously tone-deaf offerings. After being forced to sit through one too many of those pablum-driven dramas, Henry pointed out the inherent hypocrisy to his wife. Thereafter, Michelle found herself watching those types of films by herself ... though Romi would occasionally join her, just for the company.

So, they were all a bit surprised when Michelle pressed play on the DVD player, and Pulp Fiction started. It was one of Henry’s small collection of DVDs. Throughout the film, Henry did his best to hold his tongue and avoid quoting the scenes, which helped the rest of the audience enjoy the movie as intended.

After the movie, they all sat and finished their drinks while discussing the flick. Apparently, Michelle and Angie had heard about the movie, but never seen it. And neither Flora nor Romi had bothered to see it in theaters, since the local one-screen cinema never carried something unless it was already a blockbuster in the bigger theaters. Henry had heard from one of the guys at work about the film and purchased it on DVD as soon as it became available. Thankfully, everyone seemed to enjoy it nearly as much as Henry had during his first viewing of it.

“Next time, I get to pick the movie,” Romi announced with a smirk.

“Fine,” Flora said with a huff. “I guess I’ll just have to watch other people’s movie picks in my own house for the rest of my life now,” she winked at Romi and offered her a wide grin.

After that, everyone began to separate, heading toward their respective sleeping quarters.

They all rested soundly that night, though it took longer for Romi to nod off than everyone else. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d mentioned her itchy pussy earlier in the evening. So, it took some self-pleasure to ease her friskiness. Once she had found some measure of relief, she drifted off also.

Flora and Henry woke first and took a quick shower together. Flora allowed his hands to roam her body however he pleased, but she took particular care to avoid touching his groin herself. She knew all too well that Sofia would be returning home sometime that afternoon, and that Henry would need all his sexual strength in the hours until then. Once she and Henry were both refreshed and cleansed, she kissed him warmly and told him, “Instead of spending the time to make big breakfast, I think we’ll just have cold cereal this morning, honey. Sofia will be back sometime later today, and I think you should spend the time wisely ... by trying one more time with Michelle, and with Angie.”

The corners of Henry’s mouth began to curl up.

“Oh, and don’t forget about Romi either,” Flora reminded him. “She wasn’t trying to be subtle last night, and that usually means her fuse is already lit ... if you know what I mean.”

Henry nodded with a chuckle, “Yes, I do know what you mean.”

Everyone else woke to the smell of brewing coffee and began making their way downstairs. Henry wore only a pair of long, basketball-style shorts that allowed his heavy, flaccid dong to swing freely – the thin material doing little to disguise his package. The ladies, for their part, were each clad only in oversized, threadbare tee shirts. Their breasts swayed enticingly behind the thin cotton garments, and their tight, round butts peeked out below the bottom hem. Once everyone was present, Flora announced her plans for the remainder of the morning.

“Okay girls, we have to remember that Sofia will be back sometime this afternoon. So, I think it would be best if Michelle and Angie each tried to get some more of Henry’s ... cream inside them. After that, if he’s still up for it, Romi can make herself feel better too.”

“Um...,” Romi interjected. “What about you, Momma? Don’t you wanna have another go at Daddy while you don’t have to be quiet about it?”

“I thought about that, honey,” Flora replied. “Believe me ... I’ve thought about it a lot. But the real reason we arranged this whole thing was for Michelle and Angie’s sake, and they should get first dibs today. Besides, you and I can always make up some excuse to get away with Enrique if we really need to. What do you think was happening when I took him into Amarillo for a ‘date night’? He and I would get dinner, then a hotel room where we’d have wild monkey sex all night, then come back home the next day.”

Romi shook her head. “How did I never pick up on that? I mean, I just assumed you guys were only having sex here ... and trying to be quiet about it for Sofia’s sake.”

“Well, we do plenty of that too,” Henry admitted.

Angie shook her head a tiny bit. “Flora, that’s just frickin’ amazing to me ... I don’t know how it’s possible to not scream your head off every time he’s inside you. Jesus ... for a while, I felt like it might pop out my mouth!”

Flora reached across the table and patted Angie’s hand. “I know honey, we could all hear you quite plainly.” Everyone guffawed at this, even Angie, though she blushed deep crimson. “Besides,” Flora added, “you have to remember that I’ve had years of practice with Stanley. Though it’s still makes my jaw drop just about every time I see him naked.” She looked over at Henry, who blushed slightly before winking at his wife’s smiling face.

With that, they all wolfed down some cold cereal, drank their coffee, and then brushed their teeth.

“Can Angie go first, Dad?” Michelle asked demurely. “I’m probably gonna need some extra ... help beforehand so I can get really wet for you.”

“That’s fine, sweetie. You know, I would be happy to help with that part too, if you like.” He looked back and forth between Michelle and Angie, trying to gauge their reaction. They both shrugged and blushed a little.

“Do either of you mind if I stay and watch this time?” Flora asked Angie and ‘Chelle.

“It’s fine with me,” Michelle answered, then looked to Angelica, who nodded.

“Yeah, that’s okay, Flora,” Angie replied.

“Good,” Flora sighed. “Since I’m the only one who probably won’t get him inside her today, I’d like to at least watch Stanley in action while I rub myself for a while.”

“You can borrow my dildo if you want, Momma,” Romi said. “I’m gonna wait ‘til Daddy’s ready for me before I start getting myself really worked up.”

“Mmm ... gracias nena. I might take you up on that.” Flora replied with a grin. “Now I have to add one more thing; As much as I hate to say it, we have to remember that today can’t be a sexy time marathon. Even after you’re done, we’re gonna need to clean ourselves up, get properly dressed, do a bit of cleaning and let the place air out some before Sofia gets back.”

Everyone nodded their understanding.

“Bueno,” Flora said with a smile. “Let’s get to the bedroom and see if another dose of Enrique’s daddy cream will help you girls get embarazada.” She motioned with her hands to indicate a large belly, which saved Angie from having to ask for a translation.

Over the past few days, Angie had slowly lost her inhibitions about being naked in front of Henry. In fact, when she pulled the loose tee shirt over her head, baring her own busty frame, she took a certain amount of thrill in having Henry’s hungry eyes devour her form. She still couldn’t explain why, even to herself, but she gladly welcomed his leering gaze. No other man could make her moisten and ache for his touch. “Maybe he really is magic,” Angie thought silently.

To say Henry appreciated the shape of Angie’s body would have been an understatement of criminal proportions. Though he had never consciously considered ranking his favorite females in order of how aroused they caused him to become, Angelica would be tied with Flora, only surpassed by the stunning and miraculously gifted Romi. Even though Flora’s breasts were larger than Angelica’s, and she knew all the private ways to truly set him off, Angie still had youthful exuberance that made Henry salivate. As the lovely Angie made her way to the king-sized bed where Henry waited naked, he felt his heavy cock begin to throb and twitch on his thigh. Holding out his arms to invite her closer, he offered her a warm smile as she clambered up to join him, her heavy breasts swaying below her invitingly. Once on the bed, she happily fell into his arms, purring happiness as she felt enveloped by his comforting embrace.

“Are you ready, princess?” he asked softly.

“Can you ... um ... use your mouth on me first? ‘Chelle said you’re really good at it, and I don’t think I’m slippery enough for that big dick of yours yet.”

Henry smiled and kissed her gently. “It would be my great pleasure to taste you, princess. Here ... swap places with me...”

With that, Angie lay on her back before spreading her legs wide to allow him full access to her haven. Henry took his time, purposely teasing Angie with little feather kisses along the insides of her thighs, on her abdomen, and the inside edges of her butt cheeks. For what seemed like ages, he skirted around her tangy-sweet pussy lips, only touching them with his breath.

Flora and Michelle had taken up spots elsewhere on the large mattress, each quietly pleasuring themselves while witnessing the decadent display before them.

When she could no longer abide by the teasing, she reached down and grabbed his head with both hands, forcing him toward her glistening gash, mashing his mouth on her. “C’mon ... you said you wanted to taste me, so get your mouth on my pussy and get to work, Henry.”

He chuckled, which caused an electric vibration on her sensitive labia.

Angie’s demanding actions didn’t surprise Michelle at all. “She gets kinda bossy when she’s about to cum,” Michelle whispered to Flora.

Sure enough, with only a couple minutes of aggressive clit sucking, Henry was able to bring Angie to a screaming, shuddering climax.

While she was still panting and trying to catch her breath, Angie opened her arms, inviting Henry to move up her body. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately. For a minute or more, the two of them looked like inexperienced teenagers, both trying to enjoy the moment while racing toward their own delightful piece of heaven. But soon, Angie pulled her mouth off Henry’s, saying, “If you’re gonna get that big thing inside me, now’s the time.” And with that, she pushed gently on his shoulders, indicating that he should separate from her. As soon as he did, she rose up and flipped over onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him. “Go on, Henry ... slide Stanley into my pussy ... I want a baby so badly, and you’re gonna give it to me.”

Henry began easing his hog into her tight slit. At first, her cooch wouldn’t allow more than the very tip of his helmet inside. But with a little more pressure, he was able to pop the head and a couple more inches inside her slippery tunnel. Angie’s body gave all the signals that she was about to scream again, but only a strangled ‘awhkh’ noise escaped her mouth. Henry paused there, allowing her to accustom herself to him again.

When she finally felt she was in command of her breathing again, she began pushing her toned rump back toward him. Each time she could feel her twat constricting and blocking his path, she would move forward just an inch or so, then push her weight back toward him, taking another inch or more inside herself each time.

Soon, Henry couldn’t stand the tantalizingly glacial pace any longer. He grabbed her hips and pushed his hips forward, driving himself into her until he felt her cervix. She yelped quietly at the pain, then began moving her hips even without his insistence. They soon fell into a delicious rhythm. Finally, with his veiny meat being enveloped by as much of her pussy as possible, Henry allowed his hands to travel around her torso to her hanging fun bags that shook and wobbled with each lunge of their hips. His large hands were filled to overflowing with succulent tit meat as he attacked her constricting cooze with his prurient python. His primal needs took over as he grunted and lunged toward his own explosion.

“Remember to lie on your back, honey,” Flora told Angie, knowing from Henry’s facial tics and signals that his explosion was imminent.

“Oh yeah ... almost forgot,” Angie said before trying to temporarily separate herself from Henry. He was still lost in his own lust though and had no idea of her intentions. He continued to pound Angie’s slick pussy with his plunging pecker while he manhandled her swaying pleasure pillows.

Seeing the problem, Flora reached over and slapped Henry’s butt. “Hey! Pull that monster out of her so she can turn over.”

Shocked back into reality, Henry obeyed. Once Angelica was on her back again, she spread her thighs and said, “Now ... put it back in me, Henry. C’mon ... ooh, easy now ... ahhh, yes ... okay, start fucking me again ... uh-huh ... just like that...”

“Fuck!” They all heard Michelle exclaim as the combination of her own fingers and the sight of Angie’s supple body getting absolutely railed by Henry brought ‘Chelle her first orgasm of the day.

“That’s right, babe,” Angie cooed. “Make yourself cum while you’re watching your Dad plug my pussy ... oh fuck! It’s so fuckin’ big! Jesus H. Jones! He’s still stretching me out...”

“Give her that baby juice, Enrique,” Flora encouraged her husband.

“Yes! Gimme that baby juice! Shoot my pussy full of your daddy sauce!” Angie ordered.

It didn’t take long for Henry to do exactly that. His cock throbbed inside Angie’s tight pussy as thick globs of his cream surged up into her. Blast after blast after blast of slippery, sticky jizz painted her innards. After seven or more spurts, Angie began to feel a little bloated, and she used both hands to push gently on his abdomen. He took the hint and pulled his still-spitting cock from her. Quickly aiming it, he jettisoned the rest of his load onto the bottoms of her tits and all over her tummy.

He sat back on his haunches and closed his eyes while he tried to catch his breath. Little flashing stars covered the insides of his eyelids. Below him, Angie was gasping for breath also, but she kept her eyes wide open, somehow still surprised at how much spooge Henry sprayed, she surveyed the evidence that caked so much of her upper body. Plus, she wanted to soak in the full display of wickedness around her on the bed. She was not disappointed.

Not only was Michelle sprawled to one side of Angie, naked and smelling of her own sweat and sex juices, but there was also the vision of Flora’s top-heavy body as she continued to strum her own clit while eyeing Henry’s proud member. That brought Angie’s eyes directly to Henry’s hog, which was still hard! “What the fuck?!” Angie thought while shaking her head in disbelief, “How the fuck is that even possible?”

Reaching over to tap Michelle’s leg, Angie said, “Hey ‘Chelle ... your Dad ... he’s still hard,” she panted while pointing toward Henry’s still-raging boner. “You should ride him now.”

Michelle gave an almost drowsy smile before nodding her head. “Mmm, I’ve been waiting for this...”

Angie began to slowly move out of the way before Flora stopped her. “Nuh-uh. You stay right where you are, honey. And pull your legs back ... like, hold your knees against your boobs ... good girl.” Flora then slid a pillow under Angie’s upturned ass. “You two still have room on the bed,” she informed Michelle and Henry. “You’ll just have to work around Angie.”

Thankfully, Angie hadn’t been exactly centered on the mattress, so there was actually quite a bit of room to one side of her. Michelle kissed Angie before climbing over her and flopping onto her back and spreading her own legs. “Can you kiss my pussy too, Dad?”

“You don’t even have to ask, sweetie,” Henry said with a smile. “You should know me that well by now.” With that, he dove into his task with gusto. Michelle’s tender folds opened easily as he spread them with his tongue, then easing one finger inside her, he planted his lips on her clit and began sucking gently. All the while, he sawed one finger in and out of her slippery gulch. He kept this up for quite some time, enjoying every moment, though not as much as she did. Before too long, Henry’s mouth and fingers helped Michelle to reach her second climax. She shouted her joy to the rafters and squeezed Henry’s head between her quivering thighs. At last, the waves of pleasure stopped crashing on her shore, and she released Henry’s head while giving him a bashful smile.

“Sorry, Dad,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to smother you with my coochie. Sometimes, when I get that revved up, my body just kinda locks.”

Henry used the back of one hand to wipe away some of Michelle’s joy juice from his mouth and chin before replying to her warmly. “I remember, punkin’. And you never have to say you’re sorry for that, sweetie. I love the taste of your pussy almost as much as I love the feel of being inside it.”

“Well then,” Michelle responded with a wide smile, “the time is right. So why don’t you climb up here and ease that big dick in my pussy again, Dad?”

A low, primal growl escaped Henry’s lips as he did as Michelle requested. In a matter of moments, his thick cock was partially embedded inside Michelle’s twitching canal. She began to move involuntarily, her hips rolling and jerking spasmodically.

Purposely progressing slowly so she would be able to fully enjoy the experience, Henry continued easing his meat into her in small increments. Each time he would pull back until only the bulbous crown of his cock stayed inside her, then he would push inward just a teeny bit deeper than the previous push. Finally, after what seemed like a frustrating hour (but was probably only a couple minutes), he felt the spongy helmet of his hog bounce off Michelle’s cervix.

Her reaction was one of odd surprise. Obviously, she’d just felt him bottom out against ‘the back of her cooch’ as recently as the day before, but on this occasion, the sensation made her eyes pop wide open, and a strangled yelp escaped her lungs. Maybe she’d already exhaled fully when his cock punched her cervix, Henry wasn’t sure. But to him, it looked like Michelle was temporarily trapped in a vortex of pain, pleasure and shock. Seeing her in such a state fueled Henry’s lust even further, though he had no idea why. At once, while Michelle was still frozen in gasping shock, Henry began to pummel her pussy. Long, savage strokes that stretched her tunnel, and only barely stopped short of bruising her cervix.

With a loud, raspy intake of breath, Michelle began to urge her Dad onward. “Oh fuck! That’s nice ... oh yeah ... yeah ... just like that ... so nice ... please don’t stop...”

Angie had been on her back, as Flora instructed, and she’d been toying with her cum-filled kitty while watching Michelle get properly ravaged by Henry. Suddenly, a spark of devilish joy shone in her eyes. Using the middle finger of her right hand, Angie gathered as much of Henry’s cream as she could from her own well-used mommy cave, then scrambled over between Henry’s and Michelle’s legs. While he continued to piledrive Michelle’s aching grotto, Angie slid her jizz-soaked finger into Michelle’s butt.

Henry’s actions had lit Michelle’s fuse, but the feeling of Angie’s slippery finger sliding into her vise-like backdoor set Michelle’s fireworks ablaze.

For no reason she could articulate, in that moment, she needed to feel completely possessed by Henry. To be crushed under his weight as he pounded her tender twat with his thick, veiny monster. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tightly to her chest while he kept up his brutally primal assault on her spasming sluice. For all the screaming she had done, it surprised Henry when Michelle began to whisper in his ear. “Please ... cum inside me ... c’mon ... gimme a baby ... oh fuck ... oh yes ... jus’ like that ... c’mon Dad ... cum in my pussy...”

And at that moment, Henry’s balls tightened before emptying their contents into Michelle’s thirsty snatch. The two of them grunted and moaned loudly as each spasm of joy jolted their bodies. Electric shocks of pleasure raced through Michelle until her orgasmic wave eventually passed.

Once he’d filled her to capacity with his pearly paste, Henry had to pull his dick from her while it was still jerking and ejecting ropes of spooge. Those splatters were ejaculated across Michelle’s abdomen, filling her belly button, and oozing off her sides onto the bedsheets.

When Henry’s dick was done spitting, Flora reached for it with the intent of using her mouth to clean it, but he stopped her. “Uh-huh ... sorry, honey,” he said to his adoring wife. “I’m already starting to feel a little sore, and we know how upset Romi will be if she thinks I’m ignoring her needs. So, I’m gonna take a very cold, quick shower ... refresh myself a little ... and then I’ll be ready for her.”

Flora winked at him to let him know she wasn’t upset, then turned her attention to Michelle. “Get those legs up, girl,” she ordered. “Just like Angie did a while ago. You need to help the baby makers get where they’re needed most.” With that, she pushed a pillow under Michelle’s butt and forced her to pull her knees back further. “Stay like that for 10 or 15 minutes, okay?”

Michelle was still breathing heavy, and looked a bit messy with her body covered in a sheen of sweat. The exertion had caused her to perspire so much that her blonde bangs were matted to her forehead, while the rest of her mane splayed out in alien tangles across the bed under her noggin. She simply gave Flora a drowsy smile and a nod. Angie kissed Michelle softly, but gave her some room to finish her cool down.

Henry made his way to the bathroom and did has he’d planned. He began his shower with warm water, so he could cleanse himself. Then, before he exited the tub, he adjusted the water temp and spent the next couple minutes standing in a spray of icy-cold water. The effect of this was twofold; First, it forced his erection to soften and ease. And second, the refreshing briskness shocked his skin, revitalizing him physically and mentally. By the time he turned off the water, he felt like a completely rejuvenated man, though still a bit tender in the balls and at the base of his cock. He toweled off and re-entered the master bedroom.

Michelle was still on her back, knees pressed into her own breasts, but she’d regained her breath and composure. Flora had also alerted Romi to Henry’s plans for the remainder of the morning, and the over-busty young lady had stripped off her clothes before joining the other women on the king-sized bed.

Michelle, Angie and Flora were gabbing excitedly about the next steps in their collective plan. Obviously, it was too soon to know if either Michelle or Angie were already pregnant. And since they didn’t know yet, there was no sense in them leaving Austin just yet. Beyond that, Angie wanted to know what would happen if neither she nor Michelle had a bun in the oven. “After a couple weeks, we’ll run the tests and find out for sure,” she said. “But if we’re not already ya’ know... ‘with child’, do you think Henry could come down to Austin and visit us for a couple days?” Angie asked Flora with a hint of hope in her voice.