I took a moment and steeled myself and went back to work. I ate my lunch alone and went back to work. I spent the rest of the day watching everyone.... When I had to go up front and bag, I watched the cashiers, I looked for knowing smiles or smirks, I saw nothing. I bagged for Tammy and she was sweet as pie. I was really confused at this point. As we worked she let her smock fall open a bit and I saw a black strap with a little red ribbon on it. Sudden realization played across my face and. ‘Traaaaaay – Ceeeeee!’ she squealed into the screen, being more jolly and cheerful than the situation called for. ‘How are you feeling today?’ ‘Eh. You were right about the crackers. That helps.’ ‘Well? You said you made up your mind?’ ‘Yes. I am having the baby.’ Beth nodded and starred back at her twin, allowing her to go on. ‘I mean, I just can’t go through that again. I can’t justify it. Every time I see a six year old child I think, I wonder what my child would have been like … and I. She needn’t have been doing the latter as the fine piece of ass on her was just made for fucking and somewhere within me I felt slightly honored to be the one doing it. She would at least look back to this moment as the place where she had the greatest fuck of her life. I was in for a ride too, as I snapped her posing for me, she turns around. I see something protruding, a half inserted mascara in her asshole. Fuck me in the ass. That was the exact moment where I stopped caring about my. Her death left himself and his now 18 year old daughter, Chelsea. Chelsea was the raven haired, blue eyed young woman with breasts to die for, coming in at D cup standing in front him now. They, in turn, had developed a strong bond in the years since.He had greatly loved his wife, who he had gotten pregnant with Chelsea when they were only 18 themselves. Her death was hard on both of them. Of course, he also loved sex. He spared no opportunities over the past five years, and on occasion even.