She rocked back and forth, allowing her full weight to press the can into her to her maximum capacity while her crotch rested on the narrow piece of t...e furniture. “Rebecca, you will remember that it was your idea, on a whim, to try and have the meeting with the can of Pepsi inside you. Since you enjoyed it so much you can continue this on your own if you feel so inclined. You will also remember how confident it made you feel and how comfortable you were throughout the whole situation. You. Now she was a young woman. Not only was she clean, she was no longer skinny. She had developed into a beautiful young woman.She seemed very timid. I got up from the bed and hugged her.“You sure have changed, Emma. How old are you now?"“Sixteen. My birthday was last month.”Sixteen and her boobs were bigger than mine. Life just isn’t fair sometimes. She sure had turned into a pretty young lady.I cleared out a few drawers for her to put her things in. She seemed very hesitant to touch anything.“My. We had no need for family rooms Or extra rooms to dine. When meeting as a family Those two rooms would work out fine.We only had one TV set And channels maybe two, But always there was one of them With something worth the viewFor snacks we had potato chips That tasted like a chip. And if you wanted flavor There was Lipton’s onion dip.Store-bought snacks were rare because My mother liked to cook And nothing can compare to snacks In Betty Crocker’s bookWeekends were for family trips Or staying. Actually, I learned later that my being accepted by Sandy had been a determining factor in whether Stella agreed to marry me or not.Aside from her former husband’s abusive nature, I had wondered why Stella did not have any other children. It transpired that she had experienced a complication during her pregnancy with Sandy, which meant she could no longer have children. This had been disappointing news and as our relationship progressed, both Stella and I wished we could have had a child.