Maggie didn't seem to notice or care. She never bothered to ask if I wanted sex. Everything else was just normal as could be, like the lack of sex was...n't even noticed. I started noticing the slight telltale bulge appear in my wife's belly. I know she told John she was carrying their third baby. I don't know if Maggie forgot that we hadn't had sex or what but she made no effort to hide her swelling stomach. It all came to a head soon enough.We were laying in bed. Maggie's belly was round and. I don’t think you deserve a guy who screws pretty much any girl in sight. It’s me that doesn’t deserve a girl like you — one that is so devoted to me.”Bethany sat up and turned to look at me.“Listen to yourself! Is that you talking? Or is it your mom?” she said harshly.“My mom? What are you talking about?”“Your mom has you so beat down that deep down, subconsciously, you don’t think that you’re good enough for anyone! That makes total sense. Did you talk to Doctor Mercer about it?”“Not. Before she drank, however, Zorro lifted his cane in the air and raised a single eyebrow as if to ask a question. The blonde smiled and nodded, whereupon the man unscrewed the top of the cane and poured a small amount of white powder into the glass. The sexy senorita smiled and drained her glass with one gulp. On her other side, Jenny found herself wedged in next to a large-bosomed and bejeweled Cleopatra who was fondling a rubber asp and whispering huskily to an plastic-armored Julius Caesar,. "Mistress Jennifer is my name--and don't forgetit again!" she snapped. "Now be quiet and let Mistress Margarettransform you." A short while later, my head was under the faucetof the sink, as Mistress Margaret scrubbed my mousy brown hairwith a sweet smelling shampoo. Next she rinsed a conditionerthrough it...or so she said. As I sat in the chair waiting forthe conditioner to work, I must have dozed off again. I wasawakened by an odd tickling sensation at my naked feet. I lookeddown and.