~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Monday 16th AprilTearing off the plaster.They always say it’s best to get these things over with fast.... And that’s what Jill and I had agreed. That we’d tell our respective ‘significant others’ the bad news that Monday. For me, that meant talking to Gemma on Monday evening. Luckily for me, her husband Duncan was away on a business trip and so she and I had the house to ourselves as I broke the news to her.She was understandably upset and I did my. Then was sucking it like a hard cock.I leaned over and licked the side of the shit. I kissed it. Amy and I were both fighting with our tongues over first rights. Amy was learning how to share Emily's shit. I'd lick it... She'd lick it... I'd suck it.... She'd suck it.... I'd force her a little more each time it was her turn. Her instinctive boundaries were disappearing completely. Whereas before, she wanted to shit on me, she now needed to eat Emily's shit.Emily was now playing with her clit. He closed the drawer, certain that Bob broke in and read it. It was the only explanation that made sense, the only explanation he could live with. Sickened by the idea someone would use her intimate memoirs against him, his legs weakened, so he sat in a chair and let his thoughts wander. Two remarkable women loved him. The first had mentored the second, unknowingly as friends, and then intentionally. Jan had loved him that much, knew him that well. And now Sherry, an extension of Jan’s. .. you're pregnant."He didn't say anything else, but just stared at her."Well," she said, not understanding. "Maybe not quite that brusquely," she said."Oh," he said. "How about this? Angela, remember that urine sample I asked you for a couple of weeks ago? Well, I had it analyzed and it confirms that you are pregnant." That's better," she said and then froze as it hit her. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."Pregnant?" she whispered."Pregnant." he said firmly."I can't be pregnant," she.