Sometimes I was so out that he would have to change my clothes, or too passed out to know whether Steve was only playing with my naked body or actuall... fucking me and sometimes I would be too out to even feed Chris.My love of sex didn't bother me or my parents, but my growing addiction did worry everybody, including me, but all attempts to leave it were proving to be fruitless.In couple of months I was again pregnant and just like last time had no idea about the father's identity.With the. “Uh, I’d better get out of your way. Sorry to intrude and thanks for the bath and, well you know.”“Um, why don’t you sit and at least have some soup at least before you go.” Morgan told her.“Are you sure, I mean, I don’t want to cause you trouble. I mean you’ve been so...” Susan broke down in tears again. Morgan led her to the table and got her to sit.After a moments hesitation Susan started in on her soup like she hadn’t eaten in a week, Morgan guessed that was probably the case.“It isn’t true. He let them in before knocking on the bathroom door to tell Jessica to come out. She was shocked as well, but they agreed to sit down and listen to what the two had to say."Before we start," Jessica asked, "how the hell did you know about our activity and how do you know our names? And why do you care?" This is a very complicated matter," Marie answered, "all those questions will be answered in due time. Suffice to say, we may need your services." You see, Marie and I are here as. They were friends. Good friends. This was both wrong and right at the same time.In the middle of his ruminations, she emerged from behind the door with a naughty look on her face. He shook his head.You were in there for a long time. I was thinking about something, she replied. What about, he asked. You. What you think about me. Us.He opened his mouth but no sound came out. She noticed him slack-jawed but she did not pursue the topic. His mind was in turmoil. She moved to the shelves and peered.