“So Mr Longhirst have you come to gloat or will you help us?” she asked.“Absolutely, but of course,” I agreed.“No living heir, unless one is...growing inside poor Amy,” she said.“Yes, I see, and has she morning sicknesses?” I asked.“No you oaf she has been bleeding,” Agatha explained, “But we have nine months, that is less than a month for he to be with child,” she continued, “Keep up Longhirst, If Amy doesn’t fall for a child within about three weeks we shall all be cast out on the street by. Also, she added that there won’t be anyone in her house. The next day I went to her house with all my guts. She was wearing a t-shirt and a 3/4 track. I can clearly see her boobs.I felt like I wanna tear them off and suck those boobs. While thinking of it my penis got hard which I managed to hide from her. We talked for an hour. Then I left without doing anything. Yes, it’s true I didn’t even touch her. Later that day she called.I was very upset since nothing happened. She found that something. Suddenly I feel Himgrab my hair pulling my head up. He whispers to me "Are you enjoying yourselfslut?" "I can see by the juices staining My floor that you are." I feel myface flush once again in humiliation. I can not deny it. I am a slut, enjoyingit all, wishing for more. I love all that He has done. I feel His hands move over my body, caressing and probing with such skill.I moan as I become more and more arroused by His touch. He moves to stand bymy head. I can smell His scent, a man's scent.. But Tiffanywas drop-dead gorgeous. She'd died her hair blonde "Blondes have morefun" she giggled when doing it and it had grown to about her elbows.She was wearing a form fitting dress that showed off every sensuouscurve. She had some medium-sized hoops in her ears and her makeup wasperfect. She sauntered up to the mic, with her five-inch heels forcingthe sexiest wiggle and walk you can imagine. She grabbed the mic withher long, slender fingers, carefully ensuring she didn't damage herperfect.