After removing her soaked panties, Karen stood up, took a deep breath, smoothed her dress, and strode confidently down the hallway. As Karen re-entere... the formal living room, Jeff immediately sprang to his feet and picked up his uniform cap. "Are you ready to leave now, ma'am?" "Not yet," Karen mused. "There's something I need to take care of first." "Would you prefer that I come back later?" “No, Jeff... not at all. Actually, the thing I need to handle involves you - - in a way. I'm afraid. “Omigod, Sam, where did you get that?” gasped my wife, clearly delighted. “I haven’t smoked in years, I used to be a pot fiend in college.” “You were?” I asked, taken aback. I knew that my wife was a bit on the wild side, but I didn’t realize that she had been a pothead. “Oh yes, I was quite naughty before you made an honest woman of me, dear,” she said, drawing her cardigan across her ample bosom as she curled up on the couch next to Sam. “Is that medical stuff, can I smell it?” “Yes, it’s. “Now we’re in trouble with the Vatican. Nice going, Carstairs.”“What is he gonna do, make us write ‘I must not slap the Pope’ a thousand times? Excommunicate me? I’m not even a member! Do you know what, I’ll tell him I’m a Palestinian. He’ll forget all about me instantly.”“We can still hear you,” said Vincenzo. “In fact, we can hear you even better.”George ... I mean Pope Francis, sat in a chair in the middle of the kitchen. Novice Sister Rebecca The Liar stood behind him, trying to look pious,. I was to bethe mother of evil.Zanta had now replaced Lady Penelope as my lady-in-waiting. I continued toexpand from her ministrations. Though my belly and waist stayed slim, my hipswidened further so I wouldn't be too uncomfortable during the many years offruitfulness that awaited me. But it was my breasts the became truly awesome.Each day my view downward was more restricted by my growing breasts. Mynipples were becoming enormous, too, and very sensitive. I began to wonder ifI was meant to.