They each gave the other the comfort and understanding so needed in their young lives, but which the fickleness of fate had denied them both.It was ha...d to believe that things could have gotten worse, but with the absence of her mother, life in the Padgett home suddenly took on nightmarish parameters. Pierre Padgett, formerly a closet alcoholic, now decided to make his status official. His frequent binges on the dilapidated sofa in the living room became essentially a thing of the past. His. I put my arm around his neck and we kissed deeply for another moment, he put his arm around my waist while lying me down on the bed not breaking the kiss. He lay on top of me and slowly but roughly rubbed his hand up and down my body. Cupping my breast in his palm he squeezed them lightly and then harder and harder. I let out a little moan of pleasure and I felt him smile while we were kissing. He moved his hand slowly down my body and stopped when they reached my ‘area’. He moved his fingers. I froze, biting my bottom lip a little. It hurt a little bit but I didn’t want to stop. I was going to finish this. My fingertips were brushing against my cervix, it felt spongy, so much different from when I wasn't pregnant. I curled my fingers a little, trying to make a fist and panicked a little as my hand started to slip out.Pushing in harder with my free hand, I managed to stop my fist from falling out. It was stretching me, making me twitch a little inside. I felt my baby shift in my womb. He wanted me to seduce myself, to enter the dressing room with a bundle of things to try on. He wanted me to slowly undress while I watched myself in the full length mirror. I admit the thought made me tingle thinking about it and I agreed to do it before I realized I had done so. There I was at my favorite Victoria's Secret, gathering up various things that I knew would look amazing on me but I could never share with anyone but my husband before. Today I was going to share me with...me. A very.