She sounded seriously stressed when she finally called that night. I'm sure I did too, I sure as hell was. I was amazed that she was so quiet, she usu...lly talked a lot when something was bothering her. I finally told her that I saw a counselor every Monday. (There was no way that I was going to say THE r****t to her.) She was quiet for too long then said that she saw a counselor every Monday too. She said that every once in a while it made her feel a little better. I asked her if it helped her. Well ... a slut; I always was, but Toby's father liked it and he reinforced it when we were together. There is nothing decent about me -- I want it. I ALWAYS want it! Now you know -- pinch my ass, and I'll roll over and spread my legs! In some ways, I'm sure it's a dream come true -- but you'll probably think less of me for it, and God knows I'm totally exposed, now that you know..." Totally exposed?" Lon was having trouble integrating this into his planned scenario. He was incredibly. Need to get milk next time I stop at the grocer. I’d better tune in and see how Sam’s doing. “Oh fuck!… I’m cumming again, Johnny! I love your cock!” I decided to take the initiative and flipped her around, nudged her head toward the glass. She gasped as she looked down into the street. As I began to pound her from behind, I could see the figures of people standing in their high-rises apartments across the street, staring at us—some with cameras. “The neighbors are watching,” she said softly.. First there was the matter of a bathing suit. She could more-or-less fit into one of Jody's -- the 'less' being the top, since Carly's tits were bigger than Jody's even before she became pregnant. But Jody's taste in suits ran to bikinis, Sports Illustrated skimpy or less — sometimes a lot less. We had to search Jody's wardrobe to find something 'modest' enough for Carly to wear, then convince her she didn't want to wear one of the others.Since Carly shared Jody's fair skin, she had to be.