" That's a surprise. I didn't think you'd want me to spank you again." Are you kidding? I haven't come like that before. When I called you "Daddy" and...you spanked my butt that last time, I thought I was going to die. It was sooo intense!"She got up from the bed slower than usual. "I'm really going to have to keep quiet for a few days. My butt hurts when I move. But I've got to go in and use the toilet. I feels like you deposited a couple of gallons in me."I got up and supported Les on her way. Looking me steadily inthe eyes, she slipped her thumbs under the sides of the thong and pushed itdown, letting it drop to her feet. She stepped out of the ribbony tangle andnudged it aside with her left foot. She was magnificent, her young breastsfirm and upright, her figure trim, her skin a healthy pink and virtually unblemished,her pubic bush neatly trimmed to a racing stripe. I sat and enjoyed the sightof her without saying a word. The silence made her nervous, as silence alwaysdoes in our. Or at least I was convinced enough of my suspicions that I had switched over to trying to figure out what to do about it. It was the pregnancy. I think she was fighting against putting me first, ahead of her baby.Now, how do I fix this? Talking with Kristen first seemed like a good idea so I called her and asked if she’d join me.“Huh. That does make a lot of sense and could explain how she’s been behaving. What does Beth think?”“I haven’t told her my suspicions yet, I don’t want to influence. "We got to my house about five minutes later. We became locked at the lips, our tongues sparring for position as I fumbled the front door open. I wondered if my nosy ass neighbor Shirley was catching all of this to tell her old biddy pals about at bingo tomorrow.We barely made it down the stairs to my basement bedroom before Shelby had my jacket and shirt off and had begun working on my jeans. I pulled her top up over her head to discover she wore nothing under the fleece jacket. As my brain.