She knew how to play Laura's jealousy, and Laura reacted predictably. They spent a night of athletic, exuberant, exhaustive fucking, the kind of night... Laura had spent with only a few women. Karen, of course. Brandi. Jonelle. A night of twenty-five plus orgasms, so many you lost count.By morning Sholandra could barely move, nor could Laura, but they were happy. Sholandra, like Brandi had been, was as pleased as a little girl in her first party dress that she had come so many times. She had not. I think I had about twenty orgasms that night.Well, after that. Sex was back to 'normal' for us. I guess he realized that our child would not suffer from our making love. The only thing I didn't like was the fact that I was gaining more weight than I wanted. The doctor said it was okay, but he kept an eye on me. Also, being pregnant did something to my eyes. It's not uncommon from what we were told. Now I need glasses. Daddy said that in a year or two, once my eyes stabilize, I can get that. Who else can you name? I can name some who are right, and I can name some who are followed, but I can't think of any others who are both.The Originals had very simple concepts of tribal identity. There was "US" and there was "FOOD".Sometimes an aged, injured or infirm "US" became "FOOD". That was the way it was, and that was the way it always would be. That is, until they met Axorie. It was deemed safest for Axorie to go first among the Originals. Freaky at first objected, until Axorie gently. . Oh Isabelle! There are so few left!" Hey! This shortage is not my fault! Stop blaming me!" Fine!"An hour went by before the girls spoke again. "Isabelle?" Uh huh?" I'm sorry."Isabelle leaned back in her chair and sighed. "I forgive you... Pull up the breeder's web site. Let's see what's left."The girls stared at the puppy web pages for several minutes. "Sixty-three left, not much of a selection," murmured Brianna."Midnight tonight, our first choice status disappears. Research will probably.