I clenched my thighs together hoping to stop whatever was happening tome down there but it wouldn't halt. And the normal sensation of therebeing somet...hing between my legs was replaced by a sinister lack ofanything. No, not a lack. There was something, but it was diving inwardnot protruding out.I sat up wildly crawling backward on the large unmade bed. I attemptedto leave my own body, to leap from my own skin. But I couldn't, Icouldn't crawl out of my warping body and I just continued. I glanced over at her and noticed her outfit. Interesting. She had worn a bright red suit jacket and matching button front skirt, and a cream silk blouse. However, several buttons had been undone on her skirt, and with her legs crossed, more than a few inches of thigh were showing! And her jacket was unbuttoned, as were a couple of buttons on the blouse that I would have sworn were buttoned earlier!Normally, I would have immediately smiled and slid my hand over, because it was obvious what her. “Yes, it started a few days ago along with the odd cramp in my abdomen.”“Do you think you’re going into labour?”“Not sure but I should be soon, in a day or two. I’ve noticed the babies are dropping in my belly.Dan helped her walk into the kitchen where Karen and Tina were waiting. “Are you doing alright?” Karen asked.“I’m feeling a little off. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll skip going to the Hen House and settle for a nice walk then another loving fuck back home.”“After we go to the cemetery,. Laughing, he mentioned that the ladies of the continent (pardon me now) rub the oil of the whale upon their bellies, bosoms and limbs so to ‘ease the skin’ and preserve its virginal qualities. I asked why Polly did not use this remedy and he laughed again, saying that she would rather use the oil for a lamp for reading after all the children were abed. It was her only small time of sanity and worth the ‘chevrons of honor’ to her motherhood, as she calls them.’ Patience read the sweet words of.