Ignore anything strange, ignore that voice in your head telling you to stop this before the kid loses something, and commit to the fucking goal.The ch...ir of rats and crows, fur and feathers, claws and talons and beaks, were the music to her ritual. The beady eyes were the lighting. The flapping wings and chattering chirps were the rustling of her audience. They all grew silent, and almost completely still, as they stared at Triss, waiting.Time to get this show on the road.She lifted her t-shirt. I guess I started it, because I asked Trish, “What will the baby do to your getting your law degree? Will you put your studies on hold?”Trish said, “No, the baby will accelerate the process. I’ll finish by next June and then take the bar exam.”“How does having a baby in the middle of all that make it speed up?” Her remark seemed counterintuitive.“The company is giving me time off or allowing me to work part time, paying my tuition, I get maternity leave and hence time to study, and I can take. No, nothing. I was deflated but started to read and delete the messages in the inbox. Then I slaughtered the spam. I removed my spectacles and hovered the curser on “shut down.” Another e-mail popped up: Gaynor Reid. Yes! Thank you, Gaynor! I smiled broadly and then, pessimistically, worried that her message would convey bad news. I told myself to calm down and decided I needed to go downstairs and get myself a brandy. But the bottle and glass stood on my desktop, left there from last night. I. She started running her fingers up my thigh and I moaned. She pulled my fishnets off and I leaned up to her and asked her what her name was. She blushed and whispered back, "Stella, what is yours?" I told her that mine was Julie. She grinned and leaned down and rubbed her fingers against my pussy lips as her mouth assaulted my nipples. I gasped as her fingers plunged into me, into my wet core. She started to pump her fingers rythemically. I told her that I needed a little more and then I.