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Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 19

Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Diary, Female/Female, Romance, Written by women, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

immediately or I may not make it." I looked up from the floor in the center of the living room where I had been playing with Kaden and eyed Pamela narrowly. She had just gotten home and came bursting through the front door in a hot flash. "Well that's overly dramatic, but okay." "Completely called for," Pamela frowned, holding up a speeding ticket, only to fall backward onto the reclining chair in a heap. "Ohhhhh, they finally got you," Trish said from the kitchen, where she poured a glass of cherry _Kool-Aid_. "Busted! Have you finally learned your bad motorist lesson?" "No," Pamela answered meekly. Then she sat up. "Wait. What's the lesson again?" "That you're a horrible driver and should stick to mass transit at all times, Pammy," I quickly informed her. Oh, this was too easy. I loved busting on and teasing Pamela. It was definitely one of my favorite past-times in life. She even gave a little twitch when I called her _Pammy_. "They invented buses and subways for drivers like you." "But I love my _Lotus Elise_," she mewed. "It's so cute." Amy reached over and placed a reassuring, sympathetic hand upon Pamela's knee. "You know what's not so cute? Traffic jail. I'm not thinking orange is your color." "No, it's not," Pamela agreed solemnly. "Would rather steer clear of traffic jail. If it even exists." "Then listen to reason." Trish offered Pamela her glass, which she wholeheartedly drank from before handing it back. "Thank you. That helped." "I know. _Kool-Aid_ tends to ... make the world better." And Trish was off to the sofa as Devon stepped forward and handed Piper to her horrible driver of a mother, Pamela. "Oh, look at you!" Pamela swooned, holding and dangling Piper about just in front of her. "You look all nice and comfy-cozy in your pajamas! Are you excited that it's pajama day, Piper? You get to spend the whole day in your jammies!" Pamela tapped Piper on the nose, eliciting a series of smiles and giggles from her. "Piper, I gotta ask you. You're seven months old now. Are you excited to be SEVEN MONTHS OLD?" She gave a little gurgle in response. "You are? How are you feeling? Are you happy? YOU ARE? How's your tummy? Does it feel good? IT DOES? Oh good, I'm so glad! Kisses?" She brought Piper close and barraged her little face with kisses. Oh... Pamela loved Piper so much. "I need to get pregnant so I can have a child of my own," Scarlett mused, her eyes transfixed on the touching scene between mother and daughter. "Me too," Devon nodded. "Hmmmmm. You're wearing your study glasses and your hair is in its serious pony-tail," Pamela said to Scarlett, who was seated at the adjacent computer desk. "The serious pony-tail matters. What gives?" "She is studying and then has to take an online test for something at the hospital," Amy advised Pamela. "We're not supposed to bother her until she is done." "Sorry," Pamela whispered. "It's okay," Scarlett whispered back. "But I'm going into my study tunnel now." With that, she popped her headphones on ...