“I mean this,” he said, dropping to one knee. He reached down with both hands and grabbed each of their bare pussies. His thumbs found their clits...as his middle two fingers caressed between their labia, but penetrating neither.Both of them started to rise in surprise, but his strength held them in place without hurting, and before long his talented digits were having an effect. They both felt it, and he could see it in their eyes.He looked deeply into Miranda's eyes, his thumb rubbing gently. She said she needed to be better. In the end, she just made me drive her to the airport and then take her car home.”I don’t remember much of the rest of the night. I cried some, but mostly, I was numb. I drove home, and the message light was blinking on the house phone. It was her.“Hi, Rand,” she started. “I’m sorry to do this to you. I really am. I listened to your messages a little while ago and wanted to wait until I knew you’d be at group before I called. Theresa’s going to help you get. Well I could go on but you get the idea. And sweet? Not much! A boy, yes, that I had noticed too.I acted as the proud father I was though, and didn't say anything except the usual pleasantries in return to the compliments that were showered on me. The women couldn't talk about anything but the baby, and I had to get dinner ready as best I could, thankful that Anita and Chris had prepared everything ahead of time. So it was just a matter of putting it in the preheated oven to warm it up, then to. I heard Sis go into her room and close the door. Then we all heard herscream."What the hell! What, Who, ruined all my bras!!!!"Mom and Dad ran to Sis's room. They saw her clenching an armful of bras,all tied into untie-able knots. I could hear Mom calming Marie down. Icould hear Sis saying "He did this". Then I heard Mom and Dad leave heralone and go back down stairs, without saying a word to each other. ButI knew they would be doing a lot of talking in the living room.About then I realized.