John, the President, was on his back, in the middle the living room. Little Beth, now four years old, was curled up inside one arm and little John, no... three years old, was curled up inside the other. All three of them were asleep. Ling and Kelly stood at the door watching them. Ling whispered, “It’s hard to be a mother when the fathers spend all their time with the kids.”Kelly giggled, “Yes, it is. Still, I can’t believe how much Ed and John enjoy them.”“So how do we wake him without waking. ”“Hmm, that sucks for you then. But you’re the one who called me so late.”“Well, it’s, uh ... Hey, it’s Muireann’s fault!” I cried.“Really...”“Yeah, she started telling us a story last night. I guess she reads to Tommy a lot, you know, for school. But she also tells really cool stories, and she told us some more tonight.”“That actually sounds pretty cool!”“It is. And no one wanted her to stop, so it got late. Blame her!”“But it’s your choice now. You’re the one who has to go to school. “You got any equipment around?” Angelo was asking Michael. Gabriel’s fingers stroked the keys absently. His mind went back to Abigail. She had a pretty figure. The snug jeans and top she’d worn the night before let him see how curvy she was. The Hollywood ideal was slim and slightly top heavy. Although Abigail was not heavy, she was far from skinny. Her breasts were nicely rounded, a lot more than a simple handful. Her waist was definitely cinched. Small enough for Gabriel to get his hands. Was the humiliation making her hot too?Laughter and arguing broke out again. I looked over at Anna. Were her nipples getting bigger and darker? The wet spot between her legs certainly was.“No! No fucking way. Do me! Do me I said!” I shouted. Getting my wind back, I started to stand.“Debbie, we should tie her up now. She’s going to make a run for it.” Laia said and forced me down with a foot on my shoulder.Debbie walked over and leaned in, inches from my face. “She’s not going to go anywhere..