" She smiled up at him. "He says I'm too old to be called his daughter, but he says it in a way that doesn't hurt. But he did say that if I had anythi...g I wanted to talk about that I'd take to a father, that he could always lend me an ear." That was decent of him. There are a lot of guys who wouldn't do that." I know."They passed a couple kissing on the concourse. He was in jeans and a polo shirt, she was in a dress, but she had her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his. ”I guess moms never change. Oh, she’d dropped the formal pre-church inspection when we graduated high school, but only to instigate the slightly less prescriptive visual check and brush-over that she gave herself and Dad whenever they were going into company.Several times while I was at college, I’d failed the ‘clean-shaven’ part and been sent back upstairs.It was part of the price of ‘The Mom-and-Pop Meals and Laundry Plan’, so I sucked it up. Strange how the freedom to spend the weekend. " she said, her head still back. She looked down at herself and started flipping her finger across the top of her pretty slit again. Muscles inside her thighs made little spasms as she leaned forward slightly, her mouth open and eyes closed as she suddenly began to breathe heavily."Ohhh, ahhhh, that's it, that'ssssohhhhhhhh," she leaned back, still flicking herself as she looked at me, her face seeming to strain. I could see a bead of clear liquid draining out of her pink slit and into her butt. In fact, it wasn’t until she hugged me that I realized there was something between us inhibiting the hug.I pushed her away with my hands on her shoulders, and looked down.Now I could see what that dress was advertising.She was clearly pregnant.And, while I wasn’t an expert in these matters, I was pretty sure she’d been pregnant for at least two or three months.“Surprise,” she said, softly.I blinked. I swallowed. I turned my head to look for something to sit down on before I collapsed because my.