"You think this is the body of a little girl?"Suddenly his hands darted out and he grabbed my wrists. Forcing them easily above my head, he pinned the... in place with one hand. "Maybe not the body of a little girl, but the experiences of one I bet," he replied.I looked up at him. Something about the casual way he pinned me down had my heart beating fast and my cunt tingling. I licked my lips, conscious of his control over me. I could scream, of course. Maybe James and Carl were close by. Maybe. She had her back to me and I could not get a peek at her exposed breasts. She put on a slip and nighty which we had just purchased but I couldnt risk being seen so went back to my room. Nothing significant happened that evening. She packed all her old clothes and gave them to me to keep in the loft.Father returned and we had dinner and then went to bed. Hema made herself comfortable on the floor. My mother had given her some bedding and this she laid down on the marble floor of the hall. As was. .they must havebeen...nearly basketball size! The Nordic beauty of the she-creaturewas a far cry from anything recognizable as the portly politician, shemust have been 30 years younger! This slut could have been a collegeco-ed. Yet even in youth, most girls would never hold a candle to thatstudent body.By now, the first creature, the brown-haired one, had squeezedout...four of...of...they were babies. Weren't they? Full sized, well-formed infants crawled towards the wall, all looking. He started to talk about his friend Natalie, and how they were so close. He talked about when his dad started beating him. He talked about how he felt and why he is distant. You dont deserve someone like my dad. Im going to end up like my dad and I dont want that for you or your kids. He finished. You dont have to end up like him. You know right from wrong. You are better. I told him. Besides, if you ever hurt my kids, I would whoop your ass so hard. He laughed. I love you. I really do. I fell.