She hurt too much to cry. She made sure to act like things were normal at her new job. She kept almonds, crackers and ale in her desk because she was ...always nauseous. She did everything she could not to miss a beat. Two months went by and Hannah started to show. She had lost her appetite, but made up by eating healthy foods when she did eat. She looked in the mirror at work and noticed that her face already had begun to hold water. Her eyes also looked weak. She started to worry. One day while. He was starting to sound more and more like a ringmaster at a circus– or perhaps a ring announcer at a fight. “Today is day six of our repentant terrorist’s days of punishment.”William paused and missy could hear the sound of a motorcycle engine starting.“We have a very special treat for you today,” he cried out and suddenly the rumble of a Harley filled the air. The Whipmaster roared out from behind the stage, flags fluttering, and rode completely around the fairgrounds race track as if taking. It joined the warp on the ground.I couldn’t hold back a small moan as Amy’s hands cupped my breasts, her fingers gently caressing my very hard and erect nipples.“Oh Mom,” Amy whispered, “Your breasts are so beautiful.”Again, Amy moved her lips to mine. This time mine parted and my tongue searched for hers. Quickly our kiss developed into a deep kiss with our tongues playing as she very expertly caressed my breasts. Tentatively I reached for hers.“Oh, Mom,” moaned Amy, “that feels so. They didn't make a sound. The air was earthy and moist, even a little drafty. The dim light took some getting used to. Suze, who lived down here, never said a word. This was her home, as nice as anything she needed. She'd been with us for about two weeks.She had her back to me. She wore her jeans and an old blue dress shirt I'd given her. The shirt was tied Daisy Duke style. From up above, I caught her white skin and the curve of her spine. Her ass was nice and big, bigger than most white.