“Okay, what gives?” I asked my sister now.“Let’s just say that Mom wasn’t the only one fertile today who forgot her pills. We’re such bad ...atholics for even having them, anyway, but yeah, you’re gonna be a Daddy twice over now, bro. Talk about being papi, right?” Maria winked as she creamed herself all over again from just speaking of it.“Well, then, to be fair, it’s probably best if Dad gets the next chance with Christine. If she’s cool with it, that is,” I proposed.“Try and stop me, babe.. “Not especially”, Dori says, unsure of the exact context of his question. “Agreeing to be a Valentine for a stranger might make you question that however, but other than dating some questionable characters, I have led a relatively sheltered life.”Mark held her gaze and watched her shift her legs so that she was once again sitting with them folded underneath her body as she sat back on the sofa.“What are you wearing underneath your sweatshirt?”“Excuse me?”, she asked. That question was out of. There was a large semi-transparent darkened area around the gusset, and it shone under the bright kitchen lights as it expanded. She continued to pee and I stood there — flabbergasted and fascinated — as she pulled her thin cotton fabric tightly over her sex, causing the flow of urine to splash against the cutoffs bunched around her knees."I've done this since I was a teenager," she explained. "One time, Daddy was really cross with me because I was late home. He was ripping me a new one but. Half of the windows were shattered, the other half boarded up. Mr. A spotted the pimp and pulled to the curb. I stepped out and he howled at me, "whoo-hoo, fine lookin' bitch". He felt my tits and ass, then turned to Mr. A and nodded. He held out his hand and accepted several hundred dollar bills, smiled and swept them slowly underneath his nose. "The sweet smell of hard-earned cash." He turned to me and said, "let's go." By then, Mr. A was back in the car and had already started pulling.