. Reading through each one reminds me of our time at your parents’ place ... and, of course, the wonderful gift you gave me then,” she added, rubb...ng her pregnant belly. “Sorry I can’t be there to help you out like your Mom has been doing with your Dad, though,” she said, mugging for the camera with a little girl pout.“Yeah, that IS too bad, darlin’,” Mom agreed. “With you in your fifth month, I’m sure your hormones are raging and ready for some playtime with Charlie, right.”“Oh definitely! I. . I can't let it get inside my head. Just concentrate on anything else, really."So! Uh, Rick, what's going on today?" My older brother Rick sits across from me in the kitchen. Dad's still in bed--he's a surgeon and works nights, so he's actually only just gone to bed. Mom already left the house for her 6:00 am yoga class--well, it's not real yoga. It's "Christian" yoga. You know, for ignorant xenophobes who want to reap the benefits of other cultures' traditional practices and beliefs while. "Sorry sir but can we stuff our friend." Tina said."You call me Mr Tomanaski, " he insisted, "Then maybe I let you stuff you friend." Please Mr Tomanaski," Anna pleaded."You finish Tarama, then I see," he said."How do you like your ass stuffed with vegetables Tarama?" Anna asked."Glurrrrg!" Tarama exclaimed as she died because Mr Tomanaski had cut her ass hole out."Oh she is lovely look at her lovely breasts!" Tina exclaimed."I like you girls," Mr Tomanaski exclaimed, "If you come round behind. She shivered violently, her flesh raising with goose bumps.They both smiled at one another even as his hands were cupping her.Both stood transfixed as his hands moved of their own accord, lifting her, touching her, molding her within his touch. There was no way to touch her, to hold her breasts, and not pay homage to those nipples of hers. They were center stage and demanded attention. His fingers were only too pleased to be of service. Pinching each nipple slightly, he rolled them outwards and.