. in the bathroom... ?"Again, Karen swallowed, feeling the blood flowing hotly into her cheeks. Denial hung on the tip of her tongue, but instead, she... said: "Yes... what he was doing to you, but..." You mean, licking my pussy?" Barbara interrupted, lewdly interjecting the graphic description with purpose and watching the younger, naked girl shyly admit to it in a second nod of her lovely head. The raven-haired wife glanced over at the watching, sprawled animal and smiled. "He's a real seductive. "I'mlucky."We settled into a prolonged companionable type silence after that.Her company was wonderful, but it still didn't stop me from internallywallowing. The last tangible piece of proof that the man I loved everexisted at all was gone now.Maybe that was why? Perhaps my baby couldn't exist in a world whereher father never had. Her or his, I suppose. I never found out. I justcouldn't refer to her as an 'it' right now.But why get to 16 weeks then, if that were the case?Miscarriages aren't. ”“Okay,” David replied, “Well yes, l do the same things with my mother that you do with yours, but we do more things, she lets me do it in her mouth and she lets me fuck her.”“That must be nice, l hope my Mummy lets me do it with her soon.”“I’m sure she will Paul,” David continued, “but l also do it with Laura too.”“Oh that’s nice,” Paul said excitedly, “she’s very pretty, l bet it’s nice doing it with her.”“It’s very nice doing it with both of them,” David replied, “just like it will be nice. "Do you want me to get him?" Dad asked. "We can all sit and discuss thistogether." I think I'd rather see him by myself, first," I said. Dad nodded. "Whatever way you want to do it, honey. Just let me know ifyou need me." I climbed the stairs with slow deliberate steps. I thought this might behow gunfighters felt as they left the saloon for a showdown. I reachedthe landing and saw his door was closed. I could hear the faint soundsof his television but couldn't identify the show. I rapped softly.