The look of concern was already etched on her face as she passed clothes to Dan. Wendy covered Karen with a blanket to keep her warm.“What’s all t...e commotion about?” A sleepy Brenda asked, then saw the blood-stained floor.“Mom is bleeding and has to go to the hospital!” Dan said, loudly.“Oh my god, I’ll wake up the others!” And she darted off.Moments later, Brad and Jake poked their heads in the doorway. “Brenda told me what’s happening. I’ll wait outside for the ambulance!” Brad quickly. We had all gone camping together, eaten many Thanksgiving meals together, and generally hung out together both at our house and his apartment.Dee Dee and Alex had always gotten along very well. They were both the same age and had attended high school together. They had sat in the same classrooms and shared the same friends. They enjoyed the same music and both enjoyed sports at their high school. My brother Alex was very athletic and played varsity football as a running back. Dee Dee ran. I got lost in the moment, and started allowing my hands to roam over Becca’s body. Rubbing her ass and sliding my hands up her shirt to squeeze her full breasts. Becca forcefully pushed me off. Becca-‘Gawd you’re a persistent little bitch aren’t you. Well I’m glad you are here none the less. I told Mr. Sims about how you’d watched him fuck me last week. That’s why he made you stay late, he wants you to join in on our weekly fuck fests.’ Becca pushed me on the bench and told me to wait there. I. "I know, it's rude." That, and it's distracting," Meiersdottir agreed. "Their voices, too. At home women are sopranos and altos, here they're basses. The physiological changes, you know. It's a pretty harsh bass, too. Most likely only one of the mothers will talk, that'll be Gagugakhing, the oldest of them. Just address yourself to her and ignore the others. That isn't rude, they're all mentally interlocked so you're just giving your visual attention to the one talking to you but you're really.