"What, with us bein' such a close-knittown, and all." I... don't feel right..." Carl said, stomach churning. Slipping a handinto his unbuttoned jacket... he put it comfortingly against hisstomach......and then gasped and yanked open his jacket, staring down to let hiseyes verify what his hand had told him.As unbelievable as it was, the crisp white shirt was slightly bulgedover a mildly distended stomach......except that it wasn't a white shirt, but a slightly off-white shirt,marked with. But who's to rule out improvisation? Or, in the event it's all fantasy, who's to rule out coincidence, for that matter?She actually strolled over and stood at the corner of the table between her mother and me. "I'm going to take a shower now," she announced, a little superfluously.The white, fluffy towel was wrapped, modestly enough, at her breast line, and hung to what I judged to be 5 inches below her crotch. Nothing was uncovered that shouldn't be, but it'd been a very long time since I'd. More

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