" I smiled. "I promise no drinking but Idon't want to hear his name today, OK?"She looked at me gravely and said, "This is not about him. I am very...pset with him too. I just want you to think about your baby."I debated what to say next, not trusting her. I decided to test her,figuring what I said next would get back to Jamie. "I don't know what Iam doing about this baby," putting the emphasis on 'this.'She looked shocked, which surprised me. "Please, Kelly. It is yourchoice, but think,". But both Stephen and David? Outside? It was fortunate that David's house was at the end of the street - there was no houses next door - and very little chance of getting caught by anyone else.The two boys started getting vocal "C'Mon Then - or are you chicken?" and then it was David who started to pretend he was a trombone launching into the the "Stripper" theme.Both Mindy and I were almost collapsed with giggling - but both of us decided to take the challenge. I started to move in time with. Sitting up he placed the palms of his hands on her hips and slid them up, trapping the purple fabric of her shirt between his thumbs and the top of his hand he moved it up slowly, inch by inch her pale stomach was being exposed to him, her brown eyes were on his face, she was shocked to find that the look on his face wasn't just lust, but awe. Without even being told he folded the bottom of the shirt against her bare breast keeping them covered, he didn't want to scare her. Leaning down, his. They both realized right away that there was nothing in them except lingerie. Very skimpy lingerie. Emi looked over at Angel and caught her eye. They exchanged a look that almost made Angel laugh. ‘Is everything to your liking girls?’ Mrs. Beecham asked. ‘Oh yes, these are wonderful. Do you have any preferences as to what we should start with?’ Angel replied. ‘No, I will leave the choices totally to the two of you. There are more than enough outfits, pick out what you like and I’ll be happy.’.