’ Mary proffered. Fletcher glanced up. Oh. No. He thought. Every time he saw her since their date he felt self-conscious. Why did she always have to...look so pretty? Doesn’t she ever look frumpy? Fletcher answered her question, ‘Pearce and Collette are going out tonight and wanted you to baby sit for them.’ Sorrel looked at Fletcher, ‘Am I?’ Fletcher gave a shrug, ‘We don’t have much choice. The Vasquels’s are part of the group. They call. You go.’ Sorrel slumped down a little, ‘When am I. Shocked and enthralled! Anita's mouth was open, her heart was pounding and her pussy was getting moist and warm as she clicked from web page to web page, clip to clip and gallery to gallery.She had imagined herself doing some of these wonderful things with boys and had actually been in the room at parties where tamer versions of these perversions took place. Anita considered anything she had not seen, done or heard about from a good friend as over the top perverse, like bondage and discipline. You get to be the one to decide if you want to be a mother or not." You bastard!" Hold on there. Just why am I a bastard?" Dumping it all on me." Well little girl I have news for you. It is all on you. I don't have to decide anything. You are pregnant so I need to marry you. Everything else is up to you. You have to decide where, when and how. You want a quickie at city hall or you want to set up a church wedding? You have to decide if you want to be a mother or not. If you decide to be a. Jack noticed that I was looking at it with curiosity and he told me that his late wife didn’t like to use the fireplace. Heading down the hall with the bags we went into the bedroom. Inside was a king size bed that faced the big bay window so that in the morning you can watch the sun rise and still lay in bed. It was a beautiful thought. We settled in and started to prepare dinner. We had set up a table on the porch to enjoy the sun setting as we ate. After we cleared the table Jack asked if I.