Ignoring her embrace, he jerked his face away from hers and stood coldly. He seethed with anger as handed her the postcards. "Tell me about these," he...said.Kelly recognized the pictures immediately. She sank into the porch swing, her shoulders shaking as she started to sob quietly. Bud sat next to her, his voice tight."Why would you do this? I wanted you to be special, not spreading your legs like some whore. I'm so mad. It's like my head is going to explode."Kelly didn't look up. Her voice. “just in my boxers! No, she’s not my mom yet!” “Just come over here please.” My state of appall quickly turned to a state of curiosity and I followed him out my room, across the hall, into his room.Cassie was sitting on the bathtub with her robe on. “Oh yeah sweety, he’ll be great.” “Uhh, dad,” I said. “What’s going on?” Before I could get an answer, Cassie had gotten up and walked towards me. She started rubbing my shoulders and back, then moving to my chest. I began to pull away. “Now. She’ll see me open my case to cram my new mags in and see just how many mags I’ve got in there, most crammed with toilet paper. I might even pull out one or two mags to show Her ads for mags or videos and ask if I can order them. That way She gets to see the pervy captions and cartoons I’ve written on – ‘oh spunk queen, this is where She MADE me spunk in my pants!’ – as well as the spunk stains with a big arrow and the word ‘SPUNK’ written next to it.If I’ve got out the shop with my pants still. After about 10 minutes or so, one of the nurses told me I could come back in, and as I did so, I saw Dr. John with his hands under the exam gown examining my wife's breasts. That made me a little angry to see him fondling my wife. I saw absolutely no reason for him to be touching her breasts now. After a few moments, he removed his hands, and then asked Jan if she wanted some medicine to dry the milk in her breasts. She looked at him and said, "No, I am going to nurse the b**y." That seemed to.