College was a new start for her.We auditioned for a play, and amazingly,were both cast. I was Big Daddy, she was Maggie. When the cast list was posted...everybody was just named on a page, but the read-through started the building of a team, a ast, a real show. After the read through we all gathered a a local pub for libations. Amid the laughing and lies-telling we all got to begin to know each other, and the party went on for hours. At last call I offered rides to any who needed them and had. Just in few seconds my worst fear had been confirmed .I knew shit just got real! Its not like , i didn't want a c***d or it was too early to brace motherhood. I was a newly wed and under normal circumstances this would have been expected . But then again my life , since the day i turned into a woman has hardly been normal or called normal. You the pregnancy itself didn't scare me . If you haven't guessed ,so far not knowing who the father is , whose seed i was carrying got me feeling sick. Yes. When I looked over at them I could see Kristabouncing in his lap. Robert has his hands up under mywife’s skirt and it looked like he was feeling her ass.When Krista bounced up and down I don’t know whatjiggled more . my wife’s tits .or her boss’s fatbelly.On the next round Krista lost again and requested thatI remove her panties. When I got down on one knee andreached up to remove her underwear my wife lifted herskirt and gave me a little surprise. Krista’s. Then her mum uttered the dreaded words, “You’ll be back at school in a few weeks and then you’ll need to think about applying to university.”“Yes, Mum,” Charlotte muttered back. All she wanted to do was play some music, meet her friends and enjoy what was left of the summer. Her mum did her characteristic eye-roll and left her to the David Attenborough programme she was only half watching.The next afternoon, she wandered around to Emma’s house. Her rat-a-tat-tat on the frosted glass in the.