Beverly felt a mixture of pain, submission and delight as she was fucked to within an inch of her life.. -- Wesley glanced at the time on the computer...panel. It was unlike his Mom to be late for dinner, particularly on a Wednesday. Wednesday nights had become their nights over the last few months. They would both dress up and share a nice meal and a bottle of wine. They would talk and drink and enjoy each other's company. Sadly, as far as Wesley was concerned, that was as far as it got, except. I washed up, changed out of my smock and put on my jacket. All routine things, and all mechanical. I said my goodbyes and headed out to drive the short distance home. It was time to face Carmine for the first time since he saw me with Hugo. I remembered that day so clearly. I tried over the years to forget it but I had no luck. I couldn't get Carmine's eyes out of my head! That look of pain and betrayal! God! Why couldn't I forget it? After what it cost me, why was it still haunting me?I was so. Be here at 3. Oh, and by the way, make sure you give that pretty little pussy of yours a trim before you come. Find out what a Brazilian is and get one!"What could I do. I had no choice but to go. I found out about Brazilians from the internet and got one done at the local beauticians, telling Luke that it would be easier for when I wore a bikini on vacation. He seemed to accept this without question.Next Monday I drove to Chris's not knowing what to expect. He was charming when he came to the. That won't affect us much--we have no competitions in the morning--except that it makes me lose my appetite. So, I have to force myself to eat so I don't lose strength." No cravings for pickles yet?" Papa Bear joked."No, silly, that comes later, after the morning sickness," Sophia grinned."Who knows?" Paul asked."My mother 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.