And I moved behind her and put my arms around her waist and I whispered in her ear “Shh. It's okay” and I started to caress her and she said “Yo... can't...” and I whispered “Shh” again and she whispered “But he's your...” and I said “It's okay. It's just a birthday present” and then I kissed her neck and her cheek and rubbed her tits, and when she didn't push me away or anything I put my hand inside her pants and found her pussy and it was turning so wet so fast, and I played with her pussy for. The pregnant girls eyes opened wider as Julie pushed back harder grinding her ass into my wet cunt. I couldnt stand it anymore as Julie parted her legs I cupped my hand over the crotch of her skin tight shorts and rubbed the heal of my hand up and down her damp pussy lips. Then looking right at the pregnant girl I pinched Julies cunt lips together mashing the back and forth over my friends clit. Julie bit her lip and stifled a moan. The pregnant girl dropped the magazine as Julie beckoned her. Philip whistled when he read the titles of my books, and turned and grinned at me. For some reason I blushed. Then he unpacked my toys and laid them out on his low, spindle-legged coffee table. ‘I’ve never really tried any of them – I just had to buy them and I take them out and look at them sometimes. The tawse was what I bought first, and it’s my favourite. I sometimes used to take it to bed with me at Auntie Hilda’s and cuddle it – crazy isn’t it?’ ‘Would you like to try them out?’ I said. Eddie: There were three mail boxes for the building where Rose/Iris lived. Do you reckon she keeps the condo in case she wants to come home?Wes: Since we are talking millionaire here, she could afford it. Wish we had Mike here. We might could find if she had a contractor or cleaning service.Eddie: Why would she need one? She has Bart living two doors down and the boys from the farm to do anything he can't. My guess is that if we went to the door they would know it before we could get through.