" You've done a great job, Debbie. You're deserving of the praise." I may have trouble doing everything for a while," she said and wouldn't look me in...the eye. "I'm pregnant." That's great, Debbie. I'm happy to hear it," I said smiling remembering the conversation from last night.Debbie's head snapped up and she looked at me with her mouth open, "You're not mad? It's okay to be pregnant?" Why would I be mad, Debbie? Being pregnant is great. You'll have two little ones running around. How does. I just nodded.“What offer?” asked Cal.“One of your English teacher’s friends, Samuel Goldfarb was in the audience tonight.”“The film producer,” Cal squealed, “why didn’t you tell me. Did you get his autograph?”“Yes, that one, and no I didn’t. He wants me to go to London and do a screen test for a part in a film. And I didn’t know he was coming.”“Can I come with you?”“Hold on,” Mum said, “we haven’t decided if anyone is going yet. David would you want to do this?”“I think so.”“You only think. Come afternoon tea time she had sucked his cock although she did at first balk as he pushed it into her mouth, but eventually she got the message and realised that the more she sucked, the thicker and longer his prick became. Finally she took a mouthful of the essence of his balls. He showed her how to play with his balls, by tea time he had taken her in the sunroom, but as she prepared for bed, he bent her over and serviced her bum and boy this time she matched his thrust and grunts so much so. They tried to buy the Cheyenne girl but I told them that she was my wife and that she was pregnant. They seemed to respect that. We traded the antelope skin for a buffalo hide blanket and left the Salish to their war with the Shoshone. We continued west and ran into some really big, rough mountains. ‘We have to get through these before the snow flies,’ I told her. It took us eight days to get through the mountains. We spent most of the time dodging the Blackfoot Indians. We finally broke out of.