Chloe: It’s perfect.Me: Just like you are!Chloe: I think you should go into decorating. You’re really good!Me: It’s easy when you’re doing it ...or someone you love.Chloe: You deserve a reward for this, how about I make your favorite dish?Me: Yes please, I’m starving!Chloe: I’m sure she’s going to love this room.Me: Or he!Pointing to her belly.Chloe: Or he! Let’s ask. What are you, baby? Boy or girl?Me: I don’t think he can hear us.Chloe: It kicked!Me: Then it’s a boy!Chloe: Hahaha! How about. They ended up dancing together as the guys gradually slid under the tables. That left poor little old me, barring elderly married male relatives, to be dragged around the dance floor by both sets of sisters. The guys jeered at me but I didn’t care too much.It was when the smoochy stuff started that things progressed. One by one I danced with each of Kev’s sisters. I made crude blatant attempts to grab their bums as we danced, which received cheers from what was left of the guys sober enough to. A few hours had passed and Jackson was feeling extremely horny. He was right in the middle of a chemistry lecture when he decided that he couldn't take it anymore and that if he did not jack off immediately that he would explode. He asked the teacher if he could be excused to go to the bathroom. As he got closer to the bathroom he noticed that his other friend Tom was also heading into the bathrooms. They quickly greeted each other, but since Jackson was in such a hurry he was practically. She seems more inclined to wear loose clothing and not get hit on from every guy in town. My mother used to be a trophy wife, but those days are over. She’s even had to put away all her nice slimming clothes. She can’t get into them anymore. My stepfather isn’t enjoying her new curves. He thinks she looks sloppy and undesirable.My mother has been eating lots of fast food. At night, she drinks a glass of wine and finishes off with a pint of ice cream. Her new way of eating isn't helping.