Our parents supported our friendship, though they themselves never became especially close with each other. Mr. Worthington was a successful businessm...n who stayed pretty much to himself, but he cared very much about appearances. Not only about how he and his family appeared in men's eyes, but how he appeared financially in the eyes of others. Indeed, Christopher was always neatly dressed, even at casual sporting events. His hair was always neatly combed, and his manners were impeccable. He and. ..," my brother Harry said. I felt my butt cheeks being spread, then I could feel something being pressed against my asshole and slightly enter me. Then lots of laughter from the bikers watching who were recovering for thier next turn on me or still waiting for thier first. "Brother, thats gonna be so fucking messy....," some one said. Ghost was almost to the point of filling my throat when I felt something very cold, definitly a liquid, enter my ass. I could hear the bottle being squeezed,. "Men!" she snorted. "You can't do anything useful."She stuffed my discarded clothes into a dusty wicker basket on top of a pile of female clothing and donned a heavy hooded cloak."We can't let your hair be seen. It is too short. You'll need a shawl even under a hood." She went back into her dressing room and returned with a silk Paisley shawl and a handful of scarves. She tied one of the scarves tightly around my head. It covered my forehead and all my hair. Then she wrapped the shawl over the. “Yes I know who the father is. No I wasn’t sleeping around with multiple men. I love the man very much. And no I can’t tell you who he is.”Ashley just shrugged and said, “Okay. Anyways let’s move onto something more important. And lucky me you’re just in time for it.”I was afraid to ask, “What exactly am I in time for? I dont suppose its supper you’re talking about?”Ashley let out her silly laugh, “Don’t be silly that can wait. I procrastinated on my final art project and you are the perfect.