When she came up to me and clutched my arm and put her head on my shoulder so she could talk privately, I knew something was up. “I’m glad I wore ... skirt. That sure made it easier to get fucked.”That got my attention! I quickly responded, “What the hell do you mean? Right here? You sure you haven’t had too much to drink?”She squeezed my arm, “I’ve never been so drunk I didn’t know when a cock was moving and squirting in me. Come on, I’ll show you exactly where and how it happened.” Of course I. "Whatever it takes for our baby, honey!" she said passive-aggresively. "Tomorrow i'll go check for things for her room and a stroller." Julia watched horrified the conversation between the two. She really was going to be their baby! Nancy went to the kitchen and returned with what looked like a ring-gag. She showed it to Julia or "Elizabeth" as she was now called and said to her. "I'm sorry, sweety, but this is necessary until you behave properly, and it makes things easier for both of us."She. Now what to do? We of course remembered the baby you had left at home in the care of you sister – Joy was only about five months old and the product of your last relationship. He had bailed as soon as you told him your were pregnant and you were left to go through the birth with your Mum and sister as your coaches. I had come to love Joy as much as I loved you. I also knew that you were very reluctant to get together with any other man after the last time and, as a single mom of a tiny one, you. Underneath the jacket he's wearing a blue button down dress shirt with the hint of great pecs and wash board abs. To complete the look he's wearing slightly baggy faded blue jeans and black polished leather shoes. He smiles, extends his hand, and shouts, "Hi! I'm Michael." I smile back and shake his hand and shout, "Hi Michael. I'm Isabelle." "Nice to meet you. Do you come here often?" He yells. "First time, actually," I yell back. "It's kinda loud in here. Do you want to go some place more.