"It ... it ... it is dead," River gasped. "Last year it just stoppedtalking to me for a few days, but now ... the river is dead." Shewailed."We have t... warn the others," Mark said. "Our water supply. The town's.And the animals that come here to drink. We have to act." Yes," River agreed, but was still unable to stand. Mark pulled her upand started to carry her towards their house. She seemed heavier now,and Mark realized that the river was no longer amplifying his strength."Put me down," River. Kick after kick followed as Betty delighted in her punishment, my cunt growing ever sorer. I didn't realize it, but what I had thought was my juice running down my thigh was actually my blood, for the toe had broke open the skin. But something strange had changed and I started to not only feel a slight sensation of pleasure, but I actually start to enjoy the blows to my already red and swollen cunt. After a couple of more well placed kicks, Betty now stopped and moved up to me, caressing my. ’ ‘Yes, she stopped dancing after she conceived you. I will come to that presently. It was two years after our marriage that your grandma broke her thighbone. Your aunt, who was with her in Bangalore, looked after her. Nowadays doctors regularly insert pins and screws to fix bones, but thirty-five years ago it as not normal practice. But a new doctor had appeared in Bangalore, he inserted a pin into her thighbone and said she will be home in a week and be able to walk without support in a. He hadn’t seduced them, except to just be himself, calm, thoughtful, supportive, and sensitive to their needs. If anything, they had seduced him, not that it took much. Joe could tell when a woman was in heat, and he knew what to do to cool her off. Bobby’s mother had been the leader of the pack, so to speak and, over time, the women who had a secret they couldn’t keep, because their bulging bellies shouted that secret to the world, identified each other and formed a band of sisters.There had.