By the time she finished, she felt all cummy and sexy.She put the broom away and fluffed her hair. She gave her tight dress a few tugs to get the hem ...own below her cunt and ass. Then she stepped out onto the front porch. She had stiff cock on her mind.She smiled to herself as she pranced down the porch steps. How frightened she used to be of Cal and Jed. She always knew what they were thinking about when they saw her. Now she wondered why that had scared her. Maybe she wasn't scared now. His mother convinced him it would be more fun to be the "Lone Ranger" of the Internet, and protect the innocent from those evil information rustlers. He was so good at it that by the time he got out of college, the FBI got about 25% of their hacker leads from Harry."I caught him at a weak moment in New York a little over a month ago, and bought his company for an ungodly amount of money, but I had to agree to full autonomy and a 3 month sabbatical before he would agree to run it for me. He had. She put her stethoscope on my chest and asked me to lie down. She then checked my BP with her toy machine. She showed a worried expression and asked me to remove my shirt. I removed it and sat bare-chested. Though not John Abraham, I had ensured that I did not develop a pot belly.I worked out a bit so no muscles were sagging. Deepti was looking at me and laughing at my condition. I told her that having one kid means that we had to put extra effort to beat the boredom of kids. Deepti nodded. This torment continued, Anne reckoned, all morning, for atone point she was given some bread and cheese to eat, a noonmeal, she supposed. By that time, the pain had largely subsided;the gurgles and cramps and showers of bodily waste were onlysporadic. Still, they kept her strapped on the commode, strainingto expel the contents of her belly. Then Matron came in, followedby the two morning nurses who carried a bucket and a strangemachine. The machine was a metal cylinder with a handle on.