Excellent, I’m going to have time to compose myself and decide what to do next. Bathroom first, ablutions time, then I went and checked my room, fre...h clothes were on the bed ready for college on Monday.I went downstairs and watched some television until lunch, Phew, I thought, so far so good.About 12.45 I heard the door lock and keys rattling, and Mother came in, calling “Brian, are you home? “Yes Mother”, in here.She entered the living room and offered me a parcel, here you are dear I’ve. Abbie picked out a cute, pleated skirt, a light blue one that matched her eyes. It was actually quite rare that she wasn’t wearing a skirt because they always made her feel so sexy. As if she needed it. She slid on a pair of matching panties, and a similarly blue bra to go with it, and chose an adorable white t-shirt to go over it, one so tight it left nothing to the imagination, and one so thin it made clear the color of her bra beneath. She looked like a teenage Goddess to be quite honest.. “If further results confirm the diagnosis, I’m afraid the prognosis is grim.”“Doctor, you keep dancing around the issue. Just what are we looking at here?”The doctor sighed and looked down at her feet, before looking me in the eye.“Tyler, if our diagnosis is correct, Margaret isn’t likely to see her first birthday.”It’s a good thing the doctor was there, or I would have hit the floor as I burst into tears.As I struggled back to my feet I saw that Jane was in even worse shape than I was.She was. Her hands went back to the clamps and she said, "Now, honey, youstart pushing yourself, out and in, out and in, further and further, andwiggle that rear."I squealed, "It hurts!"She giggled and violently grabbed my nipples and pushed me further on thedildo, "Come on, wiggle that rear, wiggle that rear for Butch!"I snuck a look at Butch sitting there watching and she pulled the clampstoward her and let them go, in a slightly faster rhythm, Aunt Emma kepttime with, "Ooh hoo, wiggle, wiggle!"I.