Where the hell was everybody? It was like a ghost town -- which was pretty funny, because Cripple Creek had come pretty close to actually being a ghos...t town, after the gold rush had slowed down many decades ago, and before the legalized gamblers had moved in.The lack of any signs of life on the street was unnerving. Something had happened. Something really bad. But -- what happened, exactly?I ran down into the main area of town -- it was only two blocks from Willard's house -- and into the. You're not going to avoid telling me – you're hiding something again - so then, carry on." Like I said things had tightened up and most of the faces had changed. People were moving back into the houses and complaining about the standard of work. I still chatted to some of the new guys in the street but nothing was going on. Some had asked me if I could keep their drinks cold for them in our fridge. Different ones would call in the lunch break to collect them – sometimes they stayed for a chat –. ”I had to agree. She really loved the lifestyle.That, in turn, got us talking about things on the mountain, she gave me some ideas to consider while I ate.When I was done eating and she was done talking she said there was one other thing I could do for her ... if I wished. She slipped her garment off her shoulders and lifted her breasts, offering them. “Dessert?” she asked, like she needed a reason.“Thank you aunt mother,” I said as I slid to my knees before her chair and gave her breasts the. Emily was staring back at me, her make up perfect and her lips full and heavy in a small smile.“‘Cause I am,” Emily continued while I hesitated, “I’m really happy being big and pregnant. Being with my gorgeous girlfriend and rolling around and loving and growing and swelling. Starting with two sexy young women and knocking us both up, watching her tits grow, feeling my tits grow. Feeling my taut tummy start to soften and swell and grow until I’m just huge. Aren’t I just huge? Aren’t I just so.