Actually there was just one man — a 40ish oaf with a beer belly and a grizzly beard. there were 3 boys – one around 8, the other maybe 10 and a yo...ng teenager. all of them sat down right away and grabbed a menu while the poor girls tried to squeeze their pregnant young bodies into the tight confines around the table. i watched more closely as they tried to maneuver their way in to the chairs, holding on to the table and chair-backs for support. the girls were very, very pregnant. every one of. "Why don't you and I go to the mall after dinner Kristen. If you aregoing to do this, then it has to be all or none. I mean that you can'tbe David one day and Kristen the next. You chose Kristen, so you'llneed a few things."We went to the mall with me having no idea what Mom had in mind, but Ijust knew that I would probably like it. The first stop we made was atAnnie's, a lingerie shop that also catered to women that had a need forbreastforms."My daughter needs some help in the boob department.. She was about to say something. I heard someone walk up the stairs. “Fuck!” She hissed under her breath. She looked between the books in front of her. It was the librarian lady. Afraid we might get caught, Disha wiggled off of my grasp.She hurriedly fixed her clothes and stepped aside into view from the door. She waved at the librarian as she entered. I was still behind the bookshelf.I leaned on the shelf, closely glaring at Disha’s curves. It wasn’t that I hadn’t observed her. But now, I could. .. I want to make him taste me... I want to force him to his knees.... I want to smother him with my clit. I want him to make me cum before i even touch him. I want him to beg for my touch, i want to hear him say my name. I want to be the the one that undresses him. But i want to do it slowly.... I want to take my time, i want to explore every inch of him with my tongue.... And i need to make him squirm with anticipation of what i will do next. I need to dominate him. I need to make him.