Sitting with a thud he stared at the wall trying to think of something. He had been there an hour when he remembered that Natasha was also a doctor, w...y the hell hadn't he thought of this before!Grabbing his cell phone, he dialed Natasha's number. After a minute she answered sleepily, Romotine explained that he needed her as a doctor. It seemed that the doctor had disappeared, lying he also told her that the doctor had taken her mother and sister also. Smiling, because she knew he was. What was it about her that affected him in this way? He’d never felt this urgency before. He had this yearning to take care of her, to take care of both of them, and it seemed to consume him. This had never happened to him before, normally he was the one who panicked about commitment, as soon as there was talk of moving in together, of marriage or children he would be the one to clam up or run away. He smiled to himself at the irony of it. Maybe he was just too used to always getting his own. In his truck, with John kissing the bejeezus out of her, better than she ever thought any man could kiss. Like he really really liked kissing. Somehow, Blue had come to think that most men weren’t all that into kissing. That they only really did it because that’s what they thought they were supposed to do. That they thought they probably wouldn’t get any farther if they didn’t do it. But not John. Oh no, he kissed like he meant it. In his truck… kissing… and then his hand had slid beneath her. The thought of fucking two women at once was a big turn on. The fact that they were sisters made it even more so. However I was not sure about Debbie being pregnant. Debbie had been watching me as her sister spoke, and must have seen the doubt on my face because she said, "Don't be worried about the baby, I won't let you do anything that will hurt it." Patricia led us up to her bedroom, where she ordered her sister to strip for me. I watched enthralled as Debbie pulled the lose maternity top.