“When was the last time you fucked? Asked Carol. I was surprised at her bluntness. “I…. I…” I tied to remember “a very long time ago” I ...inally replied.I quick slap on my ass with Her crop made me jump.“Answer Me, boi!” Carol demanded, and then She used the crop two more times.“I think it was….” I stalled again “over eight months ago” I finally blurted out.“But your wife is only 8 months pregnant.” Stated carol. “You mean not since?”“No Ma’am” I tried to act respectful, hoping for some mercy. Katie brought up the rear. Her lower belly bulged with its own load of melons, and the weight and the wideness of her hips forced her to waddle.Hannah turned and looked at Katie. "How you doin' back there?" she said.Katie made a "thumbs-up" gesture. She rubbed her grumbling tummy, stroking the nub of her popped-out belly button.Up ahead, Molly stopped and turned. "I've gotta pee!" she said. "Go on ahead, I'll catch up."Molly smiled wanly at Hannah and Katie as they passed.Hannah caught a whiff. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy — so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Voting and feedback is greatly appreciated, especially positive feedback and frequent ‘fives’. * Dara groaned as she awoke. The last thing she remembered was kicking Bruno’s bloody head into the bushes. After that…nothing. Her memory slowly came back to her, while at the same time she became aware of her surroundings. Her head and face throbbed painfully as. Don't let him hog the television, you watch what you want,” Mary said, giving her niece a wink as she headed out the door.“We will just fine, won't we, young lady?” George said, giving his niece a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Come and sit on the sofa and you choose what we watch.”Rosie smiled to herself, this was going to be easy. She had chosen her clothes with care, a loose tee shirt that would give him a glimpse of tits through the wide armholes. She had abandoned her jeans and wore a.