Can I ask you something Hailey?” Grace questioned.“Sure. What’s up?” Hailey said focusing more of her attention on the conversation.“I have ... crush on someone, but I’m nervous. What should I do?” Grace inquired with a shield of trickery clouding her question.“Who’s the lucky guy?” Hailey asked sitting down on her bed and sarcastically putting her elbows on her knees and grabbing both sides of her face. Her expression, while mostly genuine, was a little disconcerting to Grace who was trying to. It just is and we have to deal with what is rather than what we wish it were.”“Oh.” Bill spoke dejectedly. “Which is it, low sperm count, or erectile dysfunction?”“It’s both Bill, but that’s not all.”“Oh no, what else?”“I’m pregnant.”“Really?”“Yes.” “THAT’S GREAT!!” Bill yelled. “It’s Larry’s isn’t it?”“What did you say?” I asked not believing what I know I heard.“It is Larry’s baby you’re carrying isn’t it? Because I know it’s not mine and I have been putting you two together ever since Sally. Though the dim light I could see Noah burying his head into Patsy’s tits. Nate pushed a finger under my panties, finding my well-lubricated pussy lips. A moan escaped my lips as his finger pushed its way inside me. A second finger entered my pussy, causing my hips to move with his fingers. Nate kissed me on the neck then whispered in my ear, “Stand up.” “What?” I moaned. “Stand up so I can reach you better,” Nate said. I looked over to see that Patsy was kneeling in front of Noah. I stood. The music minister Mr. Orland asked me to come over to his office on Saturday to audition. I think that was only fair. His granddaughter Lily-Bell is one of my best friends and is also up for that prized position as soloist singing “My Christmas Rose”. Sitting in his office and at the piano I sang through the song twice and Mr Orland really seem to be pleased by my audition. His smile was so kind and pleasing. After he stopped playing he looked me in the eyes and kindly asked, “This is really.