Then she looked at me questionably, “oh… kavee was using this no son… He must have done something…” Kavee is her son’s name, nickname for ...aveen. Then she came towards me and said, “son you know boys no… What they look in internet…” Then she gave a cheesy simile which I could not understand properly. By this time, I was seeing those busty thighs and butt of her and her panty laze, and was quite aroused and was getting very wild ideas about her and was fantasizing how it would be to sleep with. " Why?" 'Cause I think it looks nicer." And feels nicer I thought, but didn't say."Why?"The little girl saved me from the "why" trail we were headed down. Pulling her skirt up she lifted the waist of her panties to peek down at herself. "I don't have any hair down there. Jeffy doesn't neither. I've seen him. He has a little peedler. Daddy's got a great big one, and lotsa hair. So does mommy." You'll grow hair down there when you're older," I told her. "So will Jeffy, and his peedler'll get. Rachele lets the full weight of her worry over her now daunting future settle upon her. She explores all her uncomfortable thoughts about what this pregnancy will do to her life. She asks poignant questions that she simply does not have any answers for yet, like what if it looks half-alien, then what? She finally lets down her defenses surrounding the circumstances of the baby’s conception and allows herself to openly confront the realities of the affair. She laments what she has done, not. Between you, Mary and Charlie, you’re turning me into a raving, bisexual, nymphomaniac!” She giggled even louder, “Charlie, you might want to take that pillow and throw it in the trash. It probably weighs 20 pounds by now.”Diane started cackling, “If either one of you two studs have anything left,” she pointed at Maggie, “I want one of those!”Willie looked at me with the biggest grin I’d ever seen him show. “Diane, baby, I believe I can now give you one of those anytime you’d like. If you.