The nursing continued on my bosoms and on my nipples andnever slowed nor stopped.I looked down at me and saw that my belly was big again - this time i...was even bigger than when I had birthed the eggs. And just like thattime, I started having contractions right away. They were different thistime, and stranger, because the starfish still had parts of itself upinside my vagina and other places. I had two or three contractions andthen I could tell that I was giving birth - it was coming out of. “Sven poisoned her?”“He led her into the position to be poisoned.” I straighten, struggling to focus my blurry vision, to spot my mother's form. “She's just too much of a gentle soul to object to his whims, Mother.”A blurry figure moved closer to me. I stared at her, struggling to see her form. She resolved into clarity as she stopped before me, mother's slender and refined figure becoming clear, her skin as deep-black as mine, her long, flowing hair fell white about her shoulders, a color so. (Well, next to Tammy.)Makeout sessions continued, and advanced, in my case, as I felt my first (gasp) real live girl between her legs, and continued finger-mapping Tammy's breasts and body. The presence of four in the car did keep it a bit under control for all (I'm sure much to the parents' relief), but that first Christmas, Tammy and I went into the church with arms firmly entwined.About a week after Rick returned to Stanford, disaster struck.That fall, Tammy had been working out on a new. She called me the following week. “I’m having a painting party at my new house and I want you to come,” she said. Audrey was a loud talker. “Sounds like fun,” I replied, thinking it would definitely be not. “I’ll have pizza and beer and other stuff,” she said. Then in a soft voice, almost a murmur, she said, “I’d really like to see you again.” My warped male brain took that as a coy reference to “other stuff,” and I promised to go. The good news was next Saturday I had a date; the bad news.