Life just seemed to flow for the next few years, half of the girls fell pregnant again, we seemed to be starting our own country, suddenly Louise was twenty four and the oldest of the kids were eleven and twelve, one morning as Danielle. It seemed like a moment had passed and suddenly Louise was sixteen and the babes were all three and four, all the girls were back to enjoying me whenever they could, I was bit concerned about the little ones knowing what all the girls were doing with me (and said so), but my concerns were put aside. The babies were a wondrous thing to watch as they grew, I was instantly in love with them all, Louise to her credit adored them all as well, she was starting to fill out in places most twelve year olds did not even realise they had, she would also screw me at least twice a day, more if I allowed it, I lamented the fact that she could not have her own children (although if they were mine, that might be a problem) she would have been
