. and she had a baby with her!“ he wailed. “And ... and ... Becky is really on my case. She’s expecting again, and it’s twins again ... at lea...t. And to quote her, ‘I’m sick and tired of my belly getting to a door before I can even reach the doorknob!’ So she wants that power, too.”While he had been talking, I had been watching Kris. When we learned about Jenny, Kris made a motion as if wiping sweat from her face, then rapidly nodded her head, and silently asked me to let her speak to Becky. As I returned, I had resolved to follow her lead. To pounce as Sally Bowles recommended, in the movie Cabaret. While I was away, Michelle had opened a second bottle and refilled our glasses. “Nice package,” she commented as I sat down, her knee making contact with mine the moment I sat down. I blushed, I am sure, or at least it felt like it. “Your six pack,” she added leaning forward and patting my stomach. I was in such a state of anxiety that I was sweating and my T-shirt had stuck to my ribs. Tens, twenties, and even a hundred-dollar bill lay all over the room. Maggie picked up a $10. "I'm keeping this. I was good wasn't I? I earned it?" Yes, magnificent, the best, cutting edge, top drawer." She swung her hips and did an old fashioned shimmy. "Thanks, I never let my self go like that, ever, in any situation, even with my husband. You were so much help" (I wasn't sure exactly what I had done other than turn on the radio, but had sense enough to keep my mouth shut.) "I thought a. After John was pretty sure his sissy was used to his cock he started topull out until just the tip of his cock rested inside Marcy beforeslamming it back in again. At a slow but ever-increasing pace John keptat this, hammering away at Marcy's ass who couldn't stop from moaningunderneath him. This was exactly what he aimed for. He wanted to prove toMarcy that she loved getting fucked no matter what she might think offit.While John pounded her bottom Marcy's mind was in shambles. She hatedthis.