Next day me and Jeevan decided to meet her in Viman nagar in a coffee shop. I was waiting there when Jeevan said that he wants to go to pick her up. A... he would get to spend some quality time with her, I had no issues with it I handed him the bike keys and started sipping my coffee. Soon she showed up in a black one piece with lots of makeup, she was short, fair. Her age must be around 20, she was studying engg. In SY, she had made sure that I would choose her for the role, though it was not a. Of course, when you fuck like a bunny every night for two months, the chances of one of those wriggling sperm cells to penetrate an egg get way up there.But she didn't think of that. Like at least forty thousand teenaged girls every year, she just didn't think that a boy, in this case her twin brother, who she shared a womb with, could fill her own womb with his baby.But he could.Her mother noticed first, because as she was cleaning the toilet in the kids bathroom one day, she noticed the same. It had been a relatively quiet night last night, overcast with thick cloud and the ground frost free for a change, the bulk of the German bombers were probably hitting ports along the south coast or the industrial midlands, where the cloud cover affected the aim of the defending ack-ack gunners.The air raid warning sirens, triggered by the coastal watchers, had gone off in Mile End at about eight pm, shortly after I got home, but the lack of any action brought the all-clear signal at about. I don't want Sheepy-Poo's hind legs getting cold. Sheepy-Poo looked sooo good. Didn't you Sheepy-Poo? Yes, good Sheepy-Poo...Pete: Will you let up, it's a fuckin' inflatable sheep!Carrie: Did someone say fuck? I wanna fuck!Charles: People! People! Calm down. Let's act like civilized humans. Go on, Bob.Bob: Thank you. Anyway, Sheepy-Poo looked so good dressed as a schoolgirl in her plaid skirt that I took pictures of me and Sheepy-Poo and put them on the net. She looked even better than in her.