tusjok1983

be back tomorrow with Janelle. It was my youngest daughter, Tonya, who was here for her checkup. Four months in and she was just starting to show. She had the beginning of her "baby bump" as my daughters liked to put it. "How much is a little?" Tonya asked, the eighteen-year-old girl sitting beside me in a pleated skirt and a tank top that molded to her round breasts. They were looking plumper as her pregnancy progressed. Sarah, my middle daughter, still had tiny tits but her older and younger sister were growing bigger and fuller boobs. "Oh, forty-five minutes," the nurse said, almost mumbling. "What?" my daughter gasped, squirming. "But... but..." "Sorry," she said. "These things happen especially with the last few appointments of the day." The nurse glanced at the mother and daughter sitting beside us