‘So Wes… when ya gonna catch up to us?’ He winked playfully as he motioned toward his wife and the baby as Caroline and the other women gushed o...er him. ‘I always thought ya’d be first ta be a daddy… now you’re runnin’ behind.’ Wesley chuckled and looked up as he set aside the silver buckle Caroline had gotten for him. He’d thank the woman when she wasn’t distracted by the rug rat. ‘Eh… I dunno. Whenever, ‘spose.’ Lacey gracefully moved through the small group of family and friends, cooing over. It was now an almost every-morning occurrence, one I didn’t protest about, not at all. Rebecca and I would do some toothbrushing, some face-washing, some body-washing. Then Rebecca or Rosie would grin and take me in both hands.Rebecca was more efficient, had more experience I guess. Or confidence.Rosie, it sounds crazy, but it was like her hands were a little shy. Bashful. But she didn’t hesitate, just smiled and soaped me up. Not that maybe-smile, not any more. She had her mother’s smile, full. So I trust you will be discrete about my trust in you." Jane concluded.Susan had joined them part of the way into the story, she knew part of it, but hadn't known all that Jane or Sappho had been through ... She wore a light satin robe and sat across the room from Ron.Now he looked up at her."I'm sorry, love. I didn't understand." he said."You believe the story?" Susan asked."Actually ... I do. For several reasons. One, what you did to me last night. You could easily enslave an army with that. I put on a grey plaid mini-skirt that didn't even cover my black stocking tops and a skimpy black top. My heart thumped when I went downstairs and my husband looked me up and down and smiled broadly. His eyes wandered up and down my body I'm sure trying to guess what was underneath."How do I look?" I asked."Really sexy," my husband replied."Good, it's supposed to be about dressing up and enjoying the attention! Come on, let's go." We were both quiet in the car as we got nearer to the pub. I.