Their bellies and breast swelled up, but they remained skinny and sexy as Karl liked. Then tragedy struck. Morgan woke up in the middle of the night, ...clutching her swollen stomach and sobbing in pain. The other girls woke up, hearing her gasps and assuming she was in labor. Suddenly she started bleeding from her vagina. She was laying flat on her back writhing in pain when Karl came downstairs. He put a towel underneath her and instructed her to push. She obeyed, crying out as she did. Karl. I have brown tanned skin.The heroine of this story is Ronali (name changed). She was my neighbor. She is 2 years elder to me. She was a bombshell. Fair skin, Black eyes, Medium length hairs with stats of 34-28-34. She had a huge fan following in our neighborhood.Now coming to the story. I too had a crush on her and wanted to atleast get one chance to fuck her. I got my chance when her parents had to go to some family functions for 3 days. They asked me to stay in their house as Ronali would be. "In my apartment?" I answered. "I can't yet. I'm trying." "I can see that in your art." I stood and kissed him again. "Don’t take off the blindfold until you hear the front door. Understand?" "Yes," he said in a resigned voice. I went back to my apartment and back up to my bedroom, still sticky. My hair clumped around strings of honey. I went to the window and waited. I must have sat there for more than an hour. Then, I saw a flutter at the window. Someone was moving in the studio enough to. Who are you?’ Ah fear, Taking hold of the lapels of his coat as I drove my knee in to his stomach. As he gasped and groaned on all fours, I stepped on one of his hands, twisting my foot slightly to gain his attention. When he looked up he’d seen the pistol for the first time. ‘It’s not who I am that should trouble you,’ looking down on the bastard, ‘It’s who I’m not.’ The confusion was soon replaced with an understanding. He realized who I wasn’t, and that’s when fear really started to kick.