Why was I so mad?The next day I found out why I was mad when my monthly visitor made its appearance. I took ibuprofen, dragged my butt through the day... staggered home and arrived grumpy and crampy. I took a shower because I always feel icky, put a diaper sized pad in my granny panties and put on a flannel nightie at 4 in the afternoon.He asked if I was okay and, despite my embarrassment, I told him. He nodded, but made no other comment. Mom was working late again, but I didn't have to worry. Next-'HELEN!!!' The fake-breasted Barbie blonde who looked like she could suck a sausage through a straw. Please let it me my name, Sandy wished. 'I dare you to make out with... LAURA!!! For two minutes...'The girls didn't seem to reluctant at that dare. Soon they were at it like professionals, putting on a show for everybody. The room got so quiet, the girls' breathing so heavy, they all turned to Sandy when he audibly gulped. Still, now he was nervous.Next-'CHRIS!!! I dare you, for sixty. Our bodies doing the only touching. Our moans mingle with one another as I match his thrusts with my own.With a sudden stop he leaves himself buried in me as he rotates his hips creating a whole new sensation in me. He keeps my hands pinned as he draws them down on either side of us. Lifting himself up off my chest, he slowly withdraws himself from my inner warmth. His shaft is almost completely all the way out of me as he slams back in hard and fast causing me to slide up the bed. Over and. ."At which time Stephanie burst into tears again."How many weeks?" her mother asked."I don't know. Two, I guess." We need to get you to the doctor. Maybe there is something he can do."He gave them several options, but not the one they wanted to hear. There was nothing he could do about her pregnancy other than monitor the development of her child.They decided they would wait for her father to return from an international business trip. Then they would discuss it calmly and make a decision. In.