He felt the weight of the responsibility, as he thought of it, for causing a serious problem in Mindy’s life. Never once did he doubt that he had fa...hered the baby she spoke of. He firmly believed she was, in fact, pregnant. The way she had said it would be seared into his memory for years to come. Her voice had sounded like the voice of doom, somehow. He’d never held a baby in his arms. In his experience, the overriding things babies did was cry. And now, he had somehow visited that fate on. At one point one of my roommates came out and saw. He knocked on the window and I opened it to see what he wanted. He told me that he didn't know that I was bi, and wanted to know when he would get a turn. I asked the Triple A man if he wanted to come inside so my roommate could play too, but he said it was against policy to go into customers homes, I said is it policy to have sex with customers and he just shot me a smile. I told my roommate that we could have a go when we were finished out. I told Sharon to get drinks for our guests, still in her spunk covered dress and stockings smeared in spunk, she went round asking what they wanted, and left to get the drinks, while she was out I laid out the parameters of the evening, they could fuck her face and fuck her arse and could go directly from her arse to her mouth if they wanted, they could be rough by grabbing her blond hair and they could spank her and slap her breasts. They all agreed.Sharon brought drinks through and passed. I haddiapers, pacifiers, and crib. I also had as many dresses as any othergirl. Mary Jane Shoes, leggings, blouses. My hair as even looked like agirl.I was not a sissy. Before I only wore my sister?s clothes just to playwith her. I liked my boy clothes. I only felt like a girl when I wasplaying her sister. Not when Dad made me dress as a girl, and a baby girlat that.One day, I was sitting watching TV with a light blue summer dress on. Dadinvited all his religious mates to drink a beer.?Look at.