Perhaps there was a spell for this type of emergency. Sex At any rate there did not seem to be much she could do about it at the moment. A moment later she experienced her first contraction. There was no phone in this room, unfortunately, so she could not even call for the emergency services. She soon found what she was looking for: a photo of Vince Lambert, one of the senior boys at her school. Talk to you soon then. Another spell set her heart racing as she read it. But Alison was too quick. She could understand hardly anything without her brother’s computerised notes, but it was at least something to do. She leaped forward and flushed the toilet, sending her poo around the U-bend with all possible speed. Eyes wide, she stared at it for a full minute, wondering if it would move again. She was completely unable to prevent it from entering her cunt, and so it took up residence within her womb alongside the growing embryos of her second child. One of them gave her ankle a nip and she fought down a yelp, then kicked the animal out into the tunnel.
