”“I don’t understand,” I said. “She’s not due for another month.”“Tell that to your daughter,” Ingrid said as she laughed. I dropp...d everything and rushed out the door with Max at my heels. I couldn’t help myself as I sped down Main Street to Bascomb Lane, the private road where we lived. I skidded into our driveway and was out the door seconds later. Max ran into the garage ahead of me and up the stairs to Lucy’s side where he pushed his muzzle into her swollen belly. Lucy reached around. All in all, she was a physically well maintained woman. Her dressing style was westernized and she would roam in the house in her nightie or mini shorts and body hugging tops that would augment her assets all the more. At times, she would come out the hall bathroom in her loose one piece dress and toweling her wet hair dry. I didn’t find anything sexy or sensual about it rather I found it to be graceful. I referred to it as ‘Beauty…. Personified.’ I came to know from her later that she was. "We none of us mind, sir. Not one bit of it. We've all had our turn at Dobby's arse. And he's had a good rogering in all of ours. We've all been pals a long time, so we know what's what..." We do that, sir," said another soldier squatting beside the first, face shadowed by a steel helmet and fist gripping his erect penis. "We all come from the Brickworks Lane down in Bethnal Green. When Kitchener came a-calling we all signed up together, we did. We're the Brickworks Lane Pals and together we're. Catherine made it clear she herself would not be involved sexually with Mandy and him, dashing the threesome fantasy that Jon had already started working out in great detail in his head. Catherine refused to discuss her and Mandy’s relationship, sexually or otherwise, and only said Mandy would tell him in her own time. Jon could see that the tall, sharp-featured blonde cared very much for Mandy, but he was not sure how far it went. Catherine controlled the conversation and asked him question.