You can call on us any time. The fact that we're in different states doesn't make a difference. We'll be there for you. No matter what, my friend, we ...still love you," I said.I know I use that line a lot, but it never felt more right.The only reason we were able to keep Whitney home from the women's basketball game Friday was the fact it was in Ann Arbor. We still had the game on the radio and practically had to hold Whitney down when the women won again."Yes! That's ten!" Whitney screamed at. (God, I’m spent, just remembering all thosenaughty goodies.)Though I’ve been promiscuous my entire life, and had beenin several, sexual relationships, this kind of explicit,graphic sex, was new to me. The most I’d seen, film wise,was the late-night R rated movies on HBO. (Hey, don’tknock Lady Chatterley. She brought this impish, littlegirl through puberty just fine, thank you.)Back to our newly, discovered naughties.Oh my god! I wanted to look at it all! I wanted to. She was neither embarrassed nor upset that she had her period, and she didn'tseem to mind me tending to her. I called the nurse and had her taken care of. I wanted to show her I caredfor her. The next time we met I had decided to use the classic 'couch' method, inthe hopes she would relax a little more and open up to me. I help her carefully to lye down and sat in the chair in front of her soshe could watch me as I spoke. I decided to take a different approach and told her of my wife and my. Apparently she was 9 months pregnant."Carla, turn around and lift your skirt.", said M. Carla pulled her skirt up. Janet could see her grotesquely stretched pussy with the mouth of her womb protruding out of her like 2 inches. A pale beige colored thing was clearly visible, stuck in her womb."Carla is not pregnant as you might have guessed. Instead she's training her womb with an inflatable balloon. I think it's about time to finish her training for today.", M explained. They led Carla into a.