”“I know it’s probably worse than I’m seeing, but is it really that bad,” she asked. “You’ve never mentioned it before now. I can unders...and why you don’t like talking about it, but I’m curious.”“It’s not as bad as it used to be,” I explained, sighing quietly. “Most people have gotten past my being different and tend to ignore me or just see me as Bruce’s kid sister. Him being so popular has helped me out a lot. I guess the only ones who really give me any problems anymore are Debbie and her. For Rick, it was a shrine on which to worship. We'd be in bed and he'd lay his head on my thighs, gazing at my belly. He'd touch gently, stroking the skin in circles, softly talking to the occupants within. We'd found out in early September I was carrying two lives in my body. As a prelude to oral sex, he'd kiss it from top to bottom and side to side, lingering near the center. He was gentler with me after the accident until I told him I was healed, but he never got as energetic and athletic. "Too bad," the owner scowled at her. "I'm sick and tired of you people, and I'll have to make an example out of you." Isn't there some other way? Please?" She was desperate now. "Something I can do to make up for it? I'll work here for free!"A flash of light shone in the owner's eyes. A cruel smile formed on her beautiful lips. "Actually, I could think of some other way to punish you for this. Get undressed and bend over." "What?" "It's that or the cops, cunt. Now, lose the clothes, bend over,. Becca’s eyes rolled back in her head as she grasped Carol’s head and pulledher closer. Carol and Becca tumbled back with my wife on top of theteenager. I started grabbing up the food plates and moved them from thebed. When I looked back Becca’s tee was up around her neck with her nippledeep in my wife’s mouth. They rolled and pawed at each other for several minutes with me justwatching and stroking myself through my shorts. No both shirts were goneand Becca was.