His eyes were bloodshot and swollen and his morning manner, as ever, was belligerent, "What the hell are you so happy about?" he growled at her. "I ha...e a present for you." With a snort, he motioned for the butler to bring in his breakfast, "Planning on killing yourself?" he asked with genuine cheer. Rhea ignored the retort and continued, "I wanted to apologize for my behavior that night. It was very callous and mean of me." Her husband eyed her suspiciously but did not interrupt her as she. "But Marge, he began suckling me immediately. the nurse said it sometimes takes days -- that some babies even have to be taught to suckle." And many don't," replied her patient mother-in-law. "Honey..." And then... his hand came over and..." Jessica was somewhat embarrassed to disclose an intimacy she had shared with Marge's son."And what?" asked Marge noting the hesitancy in Jessica's voice. "Oh, come on now. This old broad has just about seen and done it all. You aren't going to shock me.". " Yes, Mrs Bentham. Kim and Dawn."The two girls nodded and trooped off.The ambulance arrived before the hot drinks. Becca was carefully lifted onto a stretcher and the team was away again within two minutes. Reaction set in for Steven. He stood there shaking. Mrs Bentham put a steadying arm round him. He smiled gratefully at her."I must go to the hospital and see what the prognosis is," he said."Not yet you mustn't. You're not fit to drive. Come on. Drink your coffee."Steven did so and pulled. Cody got worried, wondering if he'd crossed some invisible line.But something was up—Britt was beating off and making it last, drawing it out longer and longer. Cody's back started to hurt from leaning against the couch, so he hoisted himself up on to it. That was when Britt swung his legs over his head, almost as if he'd been waiting for Cody to move, to give him an aerial view of his spread-wide ass."Man, I can't wait to feed myself a load, you know?" Britt said. He ran his hands up and down.