." I planned on having a quiet delivery, then put it up for adoption," I explained, opening up to my best friend of eighteen years, my mother, "When y...u sent me the plane tickets, I thought of aborting... I couldn't Mom."Mom patted my hand reassuringly. "You did good, kid. I would never have forgiven you if you had killed my first grandchild - is it a he or a she?"I wiped away my tears before I handed over the sonogram. "It's too early, the doctor said, but it looks like a boy."Mom studied the. It was pitching a major tent as I was sitting at my desk. As I had hoped, Ashleigh had to lean over since I didnt have another chair for her. She was wearing a blue tank top with a white bra underneath and I kept getting peeks at her cleavage. I loved whenever shed write something and I wasnt paying attention, her breasts would moved slightly with her soft, smooth skin. I wasnt sure if shed caught me looking, but out of my trance I heard her say, Noah, are you paying attention? I quickly looked. Clyda was rocking her tight little ass back and forth upon Rayleena's neck and shoulders. Tiffany could see Rayleena's impressive piece of meat pointing straight up at the ceiling, and pulsing like it had a life of its own. Tiffany spread her breasts apart with her hands and surrounded Rayleena's penis with them, but did not let any breast flesh touch it. Rayleena could sense what Tiffany was about to do, and her fingers played with her own nipples, and then she mashed her boobs down. Pete himself faced the affliction with humor and courage. He refused to give in to self-pity and fear. He was endlessly upbeat around the children and Brenda, despite the increasing debilitation that the seizures caused. He must have considered that there would be no happy ending to this situation. If he did, he kept it well hidden.He was bedridden now, unable to walk or even hold himself erect with a walker. He would sit slumped in his wheelchair for hours watching television but otherwise was.