I shoved what was left of my cock hard in her, and she groaned. “That was my ‘good night’ cuddling Miss Ping.” I pulled out slowly, the suckin... such a beautiful feeling, and flopped to the side, able to raise the energy to kiss the side of her face, bidding ‘sleep well, Ping’. She didn’t even answer as we both fell asleep.In the morning I woke, not to my alarm, but to wetness on my face, and as I fully woke, realized Ping was cuddling me to her breasts with her face buried against my head, and. It’s been burning a hole in my memory banks, it has.’ When she returned, she was holding an old stereo vinyl record in a faded cover. ‘Here. Your mother asked me to hold this and give to you after she . . . after she was gone. But I know these cases. Chances are good I’ll go before she does. She might outlive us all as strong willed as she is underneath it all. And it’s burning a hole in my remembrances. I think and worry about it nearly every day. I’ve been so afraid I would mislay it or. Maybe your right. I guess we should get you some new clothes then. Gee, I hope you brought your credit card."With the ridiculous way she was dressed, the very last thing either of us wanted was to shop for clothes, but Tina wouldn't let up. It was so weird. I wanted to stand up to Tina, but Mom would probably get mad if I did. And I couldn't risk standing up to Mom again, I was afraid that it would totally ruin our relationship. Then there was this racing feeling in the pit of my stomach like. The retching on her part woke her husband up as he ran to her side."Food poisoning?" he asked."Pregnant," she replied, swishing some water in her mouth and spitting it out."With a baby?" he gasped."No silly, with a wolf," she scowled returning to bed."I'm going to be a father," he said, excited."I'm going to be a mother," she stated, cuddling up to him for warmth. "Now go back to sleep, we have work to do tomorrow." I don't think you should go outside in this weather," he stated firmly."The.