Pam rolled over onto herstomach and arched her tight ass up, reaching around tospread her cheeks. She felt so dirty doing all thesedeliciously deprave... things with her own brother, but itexcited her beyond belief. “Fuck my ass,” Pam whispered. She wondered if David really would. Most of herboyfriends never did, they were only interested infucking her tight cunt or getting sucked off. In factshe’d only done it once before, strangely enough withTommy Carson, that same night Dave. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but Dr. O'Hara said he delivered your baby."He laughed and clapped me on the back. "He sure did. I know it's hard to believe but my wife got pregnant when she was 52 and I was 54. And I'll tell you, we were overjoyed and we were scared to death at the same time. Then we found out my wife had some problems that made it likely we'd lose the baby, maybe even lose her, too. We were referred to a specialist. John, I mean Dr. O'Hara was that specialist and he was. "No frills?" I asked."No frills," Leila sighed again. "No tomboy gives in without a fight."~~When we started moving to the racks it downed to me that I actuallydidn't want a skirt. Any. Pants were OK for me so why bother withskirts, short or long, tight or lose? Maybe jeans will be the firststop... No such luck. The first stop was the shirts. They were anythingbut normal.The first I was given was obviously too small. It was tight short andthe sleeves were too short too. It was stretchy too. Not. Taggart left the bedroom, closing the door behind him, and he sat in a chair separate from the group. Karen continued, ‘So when do we start?’ ‘I’ll patch a caller through in a minute. Get ready!’ Only a few seconds of silence passed before the operator’s voice returned. ‘Hey baby, I’ve got Jenny ready to talk to you. Jenny, you there?’ ‘You bet,’ Karen said nervously. Apparently she’d be Jenny for the duration of the call. She sat with her knees up against her body, blocking the audience’s.