He needed to know, I had to tell him. “Daddy wait,” I said as I pushed him away from me enough to look him in the eyes. My eyes filled up with tea...rs. I was terrified of what was about to happen next. “What is it baby?” He asked me with a concerned look in his eyes. My heart broke with how I was making him feel. I was making him worried and I did not need to do that. “I’m .... I’m .... I’m Pregnant Daddy,” I said, looking away from him. I did not want to see the look in his eyes. Now that he. Brandi sat down and the girls began their lunch. The two brunettes had a lovely time, finding they had a lot in common. From tiny bits of conversation, Cherie found out that Brandi was a lot more sexually daring then her demure exterior would let on — although she was sexy enough if one looked past the chef’s uniform. Brandi had beautiful eyes and one could tell there were some lovely curves under there. Once they’d had a few Cognacs, Brandi’s tongue loosened a fair bit, but Cherie only sipped. She had the look of a girl who spent a lot of time in the gym. “Well, that's really not necessary Miss. Trisha. It's no trouble really.”“Uh, yeah it is. Tulsa's about three hours away isn't it? A hundred fifty miles at least. That's a lotta time and a lotta gas. Besides, I'm okay with it, sir. I know the rules.”“Bart. Not 'sir'. And what rules are those?”“Sorry, si- Bart. I was raised to respect my elders. Southern charm and all that. And, according to the bumper stickers I've seen” -- she said. We had a couple of beers and listened to some music, we had a good time, till I spilled some beer on my shirt and paints, She (Molly) came to the rescue and told me to take them off and she would throw them in the wash for me, I quickly removed my things, my bra and panties also since they also got beer soaked, Molly grabbed up everything and let the room, I was standing there naked as the day I was born, I wrapped myself in the wool blanket on her bed and sat down, Molly returned to tall me.