?Do the pigs. I have to see Father.? She nodded and I raced to the river towash, trying not to think about how pretty she was too. Even covered in mud...that had been clear to see, had been clear to see since the winter. She wasbetter than me in so many things already, and when the weekly punishments werecarried out, she was always treated less severely. Sometimes, she wasn?t evenpunished, which was quite unheard of. I had a feeling she was going to be keptin the family rather than being taken to. I won't tell. Mother has been buying some extrafeminine napkins and things just in case. Serious, dear brother. We bothunderstand. It's just a part of womanhood. Just like the tights andpanties. I promise I won't tell a living soul. It really doesn't make adifference to Mother or I what color panties you're wearing, or ifyou're having your period. I'll tell Mother to be a little easy on youif you'd like. We both know how sensitive a girl can be during her 'timeof the month.' I'll help you mark. “It’s my ex-boyfriend’s. He couldn’t handle it.”Bill handled the news well, I must say. He started moving in my extra-juicy twat and said, “I’ve never fucked a pregnant woman before.”I laughed, “It’s pretty much the same until near the end and then you can’t do certain positions very easily. Speaking of positions, I like being on top too. Can you stay in me as we roll over?” He did but just barely.I got lots of orgasms and I think he had four before he left the next morning. I felt so much. They were a world a way from the softer hands of the boys she taught. She placed it on her thigh, and as she pulled it delicately towards her skirt he felt her warm soft skin contrast with the fishnets of her long white stockings. His stomach was filled with butterflies, his mind clouded for a second as though in the midst of a particularly vivid dream.She helped him extend a finger as it moved underneath her skirt, her own heart racing as it did every time she met a new lover.Miss Driscoll.