Entering my kitchen I slip off my shoes, and then my skirt, then drink a refreshing glass of water and shed my blouse.Going to my room I pause at the ...pen door, sensing someone's presence.There, lying on my bed in only his vest was Guy. He was masturbating. I was stunned. Then he saw me. His expression of shock and then resentment. "Mother ... how could you ... spying on me?" he accused bitterly. "Guy no! You mustn't think I was spying!" I pleaded, stroking his head. "I had no idea you were. ”When Peter got out his key fob, Chuck realized that he was wanting to get out of the building. He stepped back from the door. Peter stepped out and pushed the button that would start the car. He then turned and locked up the office door.“We are rather concerned about the pregnancy. Neither of us has been pregnant before so we don’t know what to expect.”“She’s the only one that can be pregnant, but I know what you mean. Don’t worry too much about it. All you need to do is be supportive. From. Then my arms were bound above my head to the head restraint, by some soft material. I did not attempt to resist. This was obviously some kind of initiation — I hoped. Were my fantasies about to be realised, I wondered; and would I enjoy them?I was being treated firmly but gently. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. I didn't know whether I was afraid or very horny. No one spoke as the car travelled on through the dark streets. I could smell a woman's perfume on one side, as hands gently. "You drive carefully now. I'll see youlater."Later? I didn't plan to see him ever again, but once more, I was theonly one to notice. I decided it wasn't worth discussing."You kids buckle up now, okay?" This was from Randy. What was he talkingabout? But I heard the distinct click of seat belts in the back seat. Itwasn't like Carl and Steve to take the admonition without comment. Butrather than their usual crude comments, all I heard from the back seatwas soft, childish giggling."Randy, what the.