.Blonde bimbo"I started walking back to the pc to see what had been texted and almost immediately saw blonde curly hair crossing my eyes, I thought it...might be a wig and so tried to pull it up and off, I soon found out it was now my hair and the very act of doing this caused a jiggle on my chest. looking down I saw a couple of breasts growing out and filling the cups on my Basque and both of them continuing to expand with huge nipples pressing through the cups. By the time I sat down at the. We had agreed on the names Edie and Edda. Deirdre and Andrew had decided on Emma and Elle. I think the Elle name had something to do with a particular fashion model Andrew favors.The nurse handed our second pair to Andrew. Again they calmed right down and seemed content just to be held by our beloved. The nurse was shaking her head: four babies, all identical, from two different, identical mothers. It was a most unusual birthing.Andrew came over between the two of us. He leaned over and kissed. More importantly, I asked questions and listened to his answers. It went slowly, but little by little he opened up. I showed interest in the things he was interested in. I shared things I found on my computer I thought he’d be interested in. I tried to think of things we could do together, places he might like to go.I don’t think the kid was lonely, but just having someone nearby to talk to, appeared to fill some void. Maybe it was having an adult he could trust who really listened. In a couple. Each stroke seem to send an electric shock through her cunny, making it throb. She pressed her hand against her mound and hot, sticky juice began to seep out and wet her panties. A warm wave of pleasure flowed through her body. Without conscious thought, her hands began small explorations; stomach, hips, tits, thigh. Tits and thighs!She heard Peter groan; watched his fist begin to fly up and down the engorged shaft; saw the veins bulge, the angry purple head. Fingers slipped beneath elastic.