" No cravings for pickles yet?" Papa Bear joked."No, silly, that comes later, after the morning sickness," Sophia grinned."Who knows?" Paul asked."My ...other knows. She was cool. I have to tell my dad. And Warren's parents know." Oh, and what a pleasant conversation that was," Warren said ruefully. "They're OK about it, now, after reading me the riot act." We need to tell Crash and Jessie," Sophia reminded him. Then she turned back to Cait and Paul. "The only other people that know are you two.". Perfect boobs defying all gravity and a really tight round ass. She was very cute as well, but she was crying and my erection was going fast knowing that we would not resume our fucking until she was happy. Carla got her calm and then asked her what had her so upset. She told us that her boyfriend (a high school senior) had really been on her case to fuck him, but she didn't feel ready. Not that she didn't love him, but she was scared because they were both virgins and she didn't want both of. He had been away for a week to his grandparents. Lifting my head I then looked up to him."I missed you also, my freggle." I loved it when he called me this way, because of the freckles on my face. I knew he also did miss my little firebush and the tight hole hidden in it. And I had missed his sweet "schwanz" as he called it, and I had taken over, when he talked about his German roots and the words he sometimes used in it. I also liked it when he named my pussy my little "Fötzchen". Made me. He never wore PJs, he would fall asleep in his street clothes usually, so this was something new. As you know most pajamas don’t have a zipper on them, a fly with a button maybe that’s about it. As it turned out, his button was undone and the fly was slightly parted, offering a view of his cock. From what I could see, either he was already hard or this boy had a pretty impressive limp dick. I did nothing, poured a coffee and, with the volume low, decided to see what was on TV. Of course my eyes.