Mouth slightly parted, she could just make out the hint of pink from the tip of her tongue. Her nose was slightly crooked at the tip, not quite perfec...ly symmetrical. Her light brown hair was pulled tight to her head in a long braid. Although she could not see it, she could definitely feel the pressure of it.Her gaze fell to her long neck, slightly paler than her face, but that was to be expected as winter had not quite passed. And paler still, her breasts, with her pert, pink nipples, standing. Then the bedroom door opened, and Kate yelled out “Fashion show!” I had no idea what to expect. I was a little bit worried, but I needn’t have been. When she appeared around the corner, she was wearing the outfit that Jessica had given her for Christmas: new jeans and a soft, fluffy, pink sweater. She walked to the front of the couch, then did a little twirl for us. The jeans were tight, and showed off her butt in an amazing way. And the sweater was just the right colour to highlight her hair. When I came in, she looked up at me and said she wanted to ask me someting. Since I knew her questions never had short answers, I sat down on her bed."Stuart, one of my friends told me about her first time and she said that it was practically rape. Why do guys do stuff like that?"I had to plan my answer carefully with this one."Well… in my opinion, Ive no idea how old this 'friend' of yours is but I'd say that she probably let him on a bit. I mean... with most guys there's a point at which they. She had a mischievous glint in her eye and wished us luck at the hospital. I promised I’d give her a call when Ilse delivered the baby.Ilse sat next to me in the car, as I drove away very carefully. All the way to the hospital I made sure to drive as safely as I could, taking the corners a little wider than usual so that I wouldn’t upset Ilse or the baby. I also took speed bumps even slower than usual. It brought a smile to Ilse’s lips when she saw how careful I was driving.I just wanted to.