When he was done he kissed my neck and down my back. I giggled and asked “Do you want some breakfast?” He slowly pulled out, kissed me and said �...Yes please” before leaving to get into the shower. I went into the other bathroom and got washed, then dressed in a matching black lace thong and bra and a long black satin dressing gown, before heading into the kitchen and making him bagels, eggs and coffee. Nick walked wearing a black suit and blue tie. He sat down at the kitchen island and we began. If you want, I’ll call Lacy and tell her myself,” I offered.“Would you go shopping with me?” she asked.I had three thoughts fire through my head. None of them was kind. Helping a girl shop for anything but sexy underwear or swimsuits was the last thing a teenage boy wanted to do. I couldn’t think of anything that would be worse than being forced to shop for maternity clothes. Luckily I remembered that Pam was my baby’s mama, and I might want her to talk to me again.“I’d love to,” I said.It was. The girl behind the counter smiled."They are so adorable," the girl said. "What are your names?" Chandelle and Danielle," we both said in unison."Which one is which?" the girl asked."We won't tell," we both replied in unison. It seemed that whatever mysister was going to say I also felt compelled to say the same thing atthe same time. At this point I felt like I was both Chandelle andDanielle. Even I didn't know who I was."They do that all the time," mommy said. "It's very rare when only oneof. The sense of objectification this thought produced made her pussy tighten in arousal, and she closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the table, unable to keep from sighing audibly. She felt his fork scraping gently on her stomach and an answering spasm between her legs. Her ass throbbed slightly as the heat gradually faded from her punished skin, and she pictured him spanking her over the counter as he just had, taking her by surprise so that by the time she'd overcome her shock it was.