” She was sitting on her bed, her back resting on two of four pillows wearing a thigh length night gown. Her fingers were laced over the swell of he... stomach as if she were feeling the baby. She had pulled her long blonde hair into a pony tail which fell across her shoulder, the end of it covering her right breast. Her stomach may have been distended but the legs protruding from the hem of the gown were not only bare, but very shapely. She looked firm and trim from thigh to toes.“Are you. He wanted to tell them he had a woman blindfolded and bound to his bed, but they’d have wanted proof. A proof he didn’t dare provide even though none of them had ever seen his daughter and with the hood on none would know the difference. Frank, another of his longtime friends asked, “So, where’s your little girl tonight? She gonna fetch us beers as the game progresses?” They all laughed, except for their host. “She’s got something going on tonight, you know how teen agers are,” he said in. " She turned to Steven. "Well done you," she said. She kissed them both and was gone.Then the visitors started: Martha Olney, Mary Witherspoon, Hilary Grant, the Benthams, Helen Anstruther. Steven had had nothing to do with it and both he and Becca were astounded at how quickly word of her accident had got round and deeply touched that all these people should come to see her. They all knew about the engagement too and were delighted for the couple, oohing and aahing over the ring.At half past. And his hand around my cock… I couldn’t have asked for more, but I couldn’t have asked for something worse either. It was 9AM in the morning and I was still in my bed, and Britney’s face kept flashing before my eyes. Each time, it seemed more distant, more faded. So beautiful, so pretty and so proud of her boyfriend… who had just cheated on her yesterday. With me. I wondered if David had cheated on her before, with someone else. Some sick part of my mind hoped it was just me. Would that be.