I offered to leave, but she insisted that I stay and and told me she really wanted to talk and hoped she could get the baby back down pretty quickly. ... As she stood up and walked out of the room, I could see her tits swaying, and could not help staring at her perfect ass, as her shorts had slipped up into her crack. Just before she went through the door, she turned around, gave me a big smile, and told me to stay right where I was.Only a few minutes later, she returned with the baby in her. I grabbed the poker, may or may not have whispered a small prayer, and then pressed myself flat against the wall next to the kitchen doorway. Waited. Listened. Footsteps. Sudden appearance. A scream. His eyes. I swung. I don’t remember. * * * I woke up the next day. In a hospital bed. My head was wrapped enough to make Aladdin proud. A dull ache sounded through the million layers of gauze, but otherwise I felt fine. No worries from the previous night. Just a little bewilderment, confusion. It. Even Mike, a close friend of hers, was surprised to see just how long her cleavage was, bound up with her sensible white cotton bra. "Look Bridge, I know you are in shit with your Mom, but if you want to teach her that you are not a kid anymore why don't you come over to my place, I'm going to have a few of the guys over and you could show her that you cannot be dominated anymore". "Hmmm well that sounds great but I don't know if I can, she'll be so mad at me" Bridget complained. "Cmon, you. Hell yes. That way I could let the girls work most of the day. So that day in school the word spread. It was nice having seven guys praise my girls. Roger told me to let twenty guys come over each hour and see how it goes. He said that most of them would come back in a couple of hours for seconds and maybe even thirds. After all what horny senior wouldn’t want to fuck all three of my girls.That day after school I took six more boys up to my room. They each fucked two of my girls and said that.