"Are you sure you're pregnant," Ken asked after taking a deep breath."I'm not a hundred percent sure," Mary admitted. "I'm only a couple days late for...my period but my breasts have grown a cup size in the last couple weeks and food is starting to smell off to me. The last clue is that I threw up just before you got home." So that's why you were in the bathroom when I got home," Ken said."Yeah," Mary admitted with a sheepish grin, "I smelled the chicken when it started baking and it made my. My mind cannot contain the sensation of her fingernails tracing the faintest of lines up my thigh and they burst through it like an explosion. The gag, thankfully, forces my breathing to a reasonable depth and rate as my heart pulsates rapidly in my chest. I work to keep myself just as open, exposed, and without cover mentally as I am physically, to keep my thoughts focused on the perception of every sensation, the moment just before my mind takes them and tries to categorize and define them.. When she used to sleep sometimes I used to go naked to her room and jerk off and unload my cum on her feet and clean it silently so she wouldn’t think I was desperate. She started acting weirdly kept touching my hand whenever she used to give me something.She used to wake me up with a bed tea and milky boobs which my dick used to curse me for not touching them. The demon inside me us unleashing its fury but I was able to control it.One day I came back to my house before my usual time and heard. Okay. Tell you what, Mary, I'll get the account and give you a signed, blank check in case you need it." What's that about?" asked Sigrid.Anne said, "We're looking to rent a house next semester. Get away from the dorm."Sigrid turned to Will, "And what is the business? I guess it has something to do with your art work."Tom leaned over. "We're not saying much yet, Sigrid. Will does some great drawings of horses, that's one part... "Saul added in a low voice, "The other things are nudes of Anne.