I know from talking with some of my fellow workers just how dreadful some little boys can be. But David is almost always a well-behaved and respectful...child. While he can be pretty shy around strangers, he always seems pretty open and outgoing around me. That's probably why it seemed a little odd to me when his usual relaxed - even playful - mood around me seemed to change to the quiet, shy mood he generally reserved for strangers.It was about two months ago when I first noticed the change in. We made occasional trips to some of the islands that comprise the state of Hawaii, and we shopped to purchase some maternity wear for Mary, who started to show after about twelve weeks. Mary had completely avoided alcohol, even though the doctor had said that a glass of wine every week or two probably wouldn't hurt. Mary's decision was one of practicality. She had never really been a big drinker, and she wanted nothing to possibly endanger the life of the "little critter" that was growing. We swam around for a while; he just kept telling me how beautiful I looked, and how tight my body was… It felt wonderful to feel loved, and wanted. Eventually we ended up on the deep end, I held on to the edge as my feet floated up carelessly, he held on to them and wrapped them around his waist. His hands carefully caressing my belly, he kept talking but in all honestly I have no idea what he was saying, his words were just a blur. My nipples were as hard as little pebbles before he even. She grew to love the flavour of fresh jism dribbling out of a well fucked cunt (or arse) before being pushed back inside her dog cage, collared and muzzled for making too much noise.So today, masturbating half-naked whilst waiting her turn to be fucked, Jenny was amazed to see the latest slut - that everyone called mons - staring at the three fingers thrusting upwards between her stretched pussy lips.Perhaps mons was also a bit bi - how could Jenny find out without getting beaten for straying.