"Are you and my Mom dating now?" she said. "I will have to ask. I think were just good friends." I said. "So where your diary?" I said.Joy looked arou...d the room. She then reached under her big pillow. She slowly pulled out a little pink diary. "I was expecting something black." I said. "It's pink.... Do you have a problem with that? You better be able to keep a secret." said Joy. "I'll try. I just hope you can be nice to me at school." I said. I opened the first couple of pages. I turned to. Roger had a little smile on his face and the start of an erection at the sight of the women with grossly extended bellies, waddling around the ward. They took it in good humour and tried to tease him by wriggling their bodies suggestively and laughingly offered to take him to bed. I guess the sight didn't stimulate Sumala because his prick remained flaccid."Roger's working," I informed them, "Maybe later after we've seen the sights and he's freaked out at seeing a baby born, I'll chain him to. "Congratulations Saheb. You have done what we have been trying to do for years," Rustomji said shaking my hand, "I have heard a lot about you especially about the size of your tool. Join us, with the size of your cock, I'll make you a millionaire in no time and you can fuck all the choots and gaands you want." Thank you sir," I replied, "but I am happy where I am." Sir, I've finished," Kris said pulling out his cock from Seema's ass hole."Come and see me if you change your mind," Rustomji said. I worked on an album for this new singer named Bobby Riggs, who was being touted by some of the music people in Nashville as a possible next big sensation in the C & W biz.I had worked several long, hard days on his sessions, and during that time we had sort of become friends. He was a down-home dude who grew up dirt poor and only recently had a taste of fame and fortune, pretty modest though it was at this point. Still, he was no longer living in a tar paper shack at the end of a dirt road,.