" Well," she said, "don't worry about it. I'm NOT pregnant."I couldn't believe the way she sounded so calm and so certain in the face of something thi... serious. "How do you KNOW?" Because I got my period this morning." Oh... wow... " I said lamely. I felt oddly embarrassed because my sister had never discussed anything as personal as her periods with me before. But why shouldn't she now? After all, we had been lovers. "So that means you're not pregnant?" As far as I know it does," she said,. .and within seconds the blanket was slowly withdrawn to reveal my now semi-flaccid 5 inches. Orrr....you should have seen it before man! It was really hard and even bigger!After some more lewd whispering it was decided that the girl should do 'stuff' to my cock and see if she could make it hard again...as the guys were not gay or anything and refused to stroke it.She needed no arm twisting let me tell ya! She took me in her soft girly hands and stroked every inch with love and affection. It. And, my Mossberg was always handy.More than that, I was fairly confident that Blowtorch didn’t know about me. Didn’t know that Sabbath had been here one time a year earlier; didn’t know she had been secretly delivered back here from Columbia.Of course, he shouldn’t have known she was in Columbia in the first place.Counting our time in the hospital, I didn’t leave Sabbath’s side for twenty-two straight days. No clients anyway, no compelling need to visit my office. After three days, Major Peter. There was a slim fitting pencil skirt that I had bought on a whim but never had worn in the back of the closet. After I showered the sweat and juice off my body from the night before, I slipped the skirt over my curvy hips, foregoing underwear. I couldn’t bear to shroud my sensitive mound in so much material. My baggy white collared shirt wouldn’t do as it was, so I opened the buttons to expose my cleavage and accented it with a pearl necklace. After tying the bottom of the shirt into a knot to.