Her hands came round and she pushed them upunder my t-shirt and began tweaking and pinching my nipples. Theyhardened immediately as she rolled and str...tched the nubs between herfingers and dug her nails into them as well. I heard myself groan, and Iclosed my eyes as she continued to attack my increasingly sensitivenipples.She began pushing her cock harder against me and I could feel myselfresponding in kind. I groaned again and my back arched with pleasure asshe continued her assault on my. I hear you got into your bedroom, and I can't help but to imagine you drying off, standing next to your bed nude, and how perhaps, if I hadn't come over, you might lay down on the bed, and begin to lightly, very softly touch and caress yourself ...As I'm thinking about this, I suddenly hear you call out to me, asking me to come into your room. I walk over to the half open door, and I can see your reflection in the mirror of your bureau; you're laying on the bed, and as I enter the room, you. "So few children where I come from make it to puberty. Boys don't get names until their first child is born, girls if they live through giving birth. Until then, we are just called child of father and mother. It is not a name I can use here."I heard the sadness in her voice, so I asked her, "Can I call you LC for little cutie then? I can't see your face, but I can guess that you are really cute."She liked it and said that she would tell the nurses that they could call her LC from now on. Only. I looked at the clock and saw it was about nine. “OK!” I yelled back, not even opening the door to my room. I heard the front door open and shut, and the car drive off.“Alone…” I gasped out and quickly took off all my clothes, dug out my baggiest shirt I owned and put a pillow under it. I posed in the mirror, imagining what it would be like to be pregnant, but it just looked silly stretched because all my shirts were just too small to give a convincing image. Thinking then that Mom was.