"What's going on? What happened up in Kansas City? Why is Rebecca abandoning her child without even a thought about how Millicent will feel?"Brian, we...studied postpartum depression forever in medical school, and if I've ever seen a case of lingering, serious, postpartum, this is it, but Rebecca has sealed herself off from all of us, and everything. There's no way in to talk to her, reason with her, protect her from herself, or let her know how much we all care."She could be dangerous to. ” “Go ahead Tom,” Rachel added. “Eat her cunt. It’s ok.” Tom couldn’t resist the inviting pussy that lay ahead of him, so close that he could almost feel her juices. He didn’t want “almost”, he wanted to savor it. Looking over at his wife first and then her twin, Tom went to the bed and edged to Sandra’s smoothly shaved honey pot; his wet tongue glided along Sandra’s wanting slit and then he drove it in as far as he could. Parallel to Tom and Sandra in the same bed, Keith went back to. I was scared. But I wanted it. I wanted to take the plunge, to take on the challenge of the extreme pounding that I was being offered. I was greedy and I wanted it all. It was as if my fingers had a mind of their own. I found myself typing in three letters - “Yes”.It was done. I was in it. I couldn’t back down now. I was excited and nervous at the prospect of being treated like the boys’ slut, their whore, their private hoe. It turned me on to no end. I felt empowered and strong and I couldn’t. I looked into her eyes and found her lips and kissed her passionately. Our tongues sharing the strawberry flavor. Her pubic hair was rubbing my stomach and I wrapped her in my arms and held on tight. After what seemed like years of tongue play, we broke the kiss.“That was wonderful, Jos. Thanks to you I’m going to make someone very happy someday.”She gave me a few fast and light kisses on the lips, then laid her head on my shoulder.“Damn it!”“What’s wrong, Jos?”She squeezed her legs together.