We just didn't think she'd get pregnant. We didn't even think, really, about whether she might get pregnant.Personally, I think that might have someth...ng to do with the tendency for adults in our culture to stick their heads in the sand, when it comes to talking about sex with their own children. I haven't done a survey on it or anything, but I bet if somebody did, they'd find out that the average teenager is talked to by a parent about sex for less than ten minutes by the time they turn. .. then I remembered, the washing! I had no underwear left, but it was a fine day and should dry quickly. So I heaved the load into the basket and stepped out the back door into the sunshine, walking carefully down the path to the line. I started pegging out the panties; black crotch less lace, tiger striped g-string, red satin bows, white burlesque frillies, and all the rest - like pretty flowers floating in the breeze. I smiled at my collection of lingerie, fingering them fondly and feeling a. She knelt up with her bottom in the air and I held her cheeks apart to give Lotti the best view. The oval black base of the butt-plug showed clearly on the small image on our screen and grew clearer as Fay brought the camera closer.At the other end of the line Lotti giggled. “Is this her first time?” she asked.“Yes, and she struggled a bit, but I think she’s enjoying it now. Its been in there most of the afternoon. We’ll take it out later tonight.”Sofi slowly turned back round and resumed her. Amaya could feel him stabbing her on the inside. She had grown used to this feeling, and had accepted that his dick was average in length and skinny like a pencil. Three minutes hadn’t even passed when there was a knock at the door. They looked at each other. ‘Someone is in here,’ Amaya said with a cheesy smile on her face. Dr. Omari put his pointer finger against her lips, and shook his head. He started to back away from her. But Amaya gripped him tighter in between her thighs. ‘Got patients.