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Straight Female / 38
I Have Five Girls And One That I Share
My husband has a good business. It is very male dominated, metal pressure vessel fabrication. I try to keep up with the back office. We have a bookkeeper but she can't keep up and from time to time I have to pitch in, and at that time we had a lot of filing that needed to be caught up. I called a placement office and I asked for a 'girl', 'intelligent' a college student (I don't like repeating myself), for about three weeks and I would pay 15 an hour. Which is a good wage for part time clerical work in our area.
The girl they sent me was intelligent, from a stable home. She had gone to St. Agnes, which we called the Nun school for girls, and was currently enrolled at St. Mathews which is a two year prep school for aspiring boys and girls in the Catholic community. Everyone I dealt with is Catholic, I had four daughters. I will call this girl Emma.
Emma was very bright and she caught on immediately. We got along immediately. I finally had met a girl who I would hire on the spot to come in and be my second hand at the office. I got a call from her that first night, she couldn't talk to her mother. A two cent asshole had fucked her. I was devastated, how could he ruin this pretty girl like that? I spent an hour on the phone with her. I told her I wanted to see her the next morning, and to try and get some sleep.
I went to her house before going into the office. He had given her a 'good fucking', I could see it. I talked to her and squeezed out enough to know that she could very well get pregnant. I told her young men tend to be very potent. Look at me I had four girls before I figured out where they came from. When you are there, and she is there with you, you've lost your mind already for her, you hug her and kiss her.
I didn't feel anger, I felt jealousy, I didn't want to share her with anyone, but that day I just knew that I was called to heal her and hold her and hug her and kiss her and tell her I loved her, even if I had only met her the day before. I took her side completely.
The army of sperm did their thing with her. Now I had a pregnant girl on my hands. We talked about it, terminating the pregnancy before it even got started. But that talk went nowhere. So all we did was hug and accept the fate that hand had dealt her. There was no financial problem, we could very easily take care of her. What I wanted was for my husband to accept her as his own. If only her smell was in his nose and she had his smell in her nose we could stop this train wreck. She wore her pregnancy and I fawned all over her.
I made sure that she stayed in school until the very last minute, and after six weeks she was well enough to continue. I don't know why because it is never explained to you, these babies are as much yours as they are hers and you are also the mother. My breasts hurt that I couldn't nurse her. My womb cried out to be impregnated. Life is precious and your calling is to bring life into this world. The most uncomfortable feeling I had ever experienced was waiting to become pregnant again. To nurse a baby again. Emma, bless her, had awakened again in me the desire to be a mother.
The girl they sent me was intelligent, from a stable home. She had gone to St. Agnes, which we called the Nun school for girls, and was currently enrolled at St. Mathews which is a two year prep school for aspiring boys and girls in the Catholic community. Everyone I dealt with is Catholic, I had four daughters. I will call this girl Emma.
Emma was very bright and she caught on immediately. We got along immediately. I finally had met a girl who I would hire on the spot to come in and be my second hand at the office. I got a call from her that first night, she couldn't talk to her mother. A two cent asshole had fucked her. I was devastated, how could he ruin this pretty girl like that? I spent an hour on the phone with her. I told her I wanted to see her the next morning, and to try and get some sleep.
I went to her house before going into the office. He had given her a 'good fucking', I could see it. I talked to her and squeezed out enough to know that she could very well get pregnant. I told her young men tend to be very potent. Look at me I had four girls before I figured out where they came from. When you are there, and she is there with you, you've lost your mind already for her, you hug her and kiss her.
I didn't feel anger, I felt jealousy, I didn't want to share her with anyone, but that day I just knew that I was called to heal her and hold her and hug her and kiss her and tell her I loved her, even if I had only met her the day before. I took her side completely.
The army of sperm did their thing with her. Now I had a pregnant girl on my hands. We talked about it, terminating the pregnancy before it even got started. But that talk went nowhere. So all we did was hug and accept the fate that hand had dealt her. There was no financial problem, we could very easily take care of her. What I wanted was for my husband to accept her as his own. If only her smell was in his nose and she had his smell in her nose we could stop this train wreck. She wore her pregnancy and I fawned all over her.
I made sure that she stayed in school until the very last minute, and after six weeks she was well enough to continue. I don't know why because it is never explained to you, these babies are as much yours as they are hers and you are also the mother. My breasts hurt that I couldn't nurse her. My womb cried out to be impregnated. Life is precious and your calling is to bring life into this world. The most uncomfortable feeling I had ever experienced was waiting to become pregnant again. To nurse a baby again. Emma, bless her, had awakened again in me the desire to be a mother.
