If this miscarriage hadn’t taken place she’d be off her back and knitting booties for the wee one – not to mention we don’t even know who the ...ather is!’ Ben hissed. Jon shook his head and took a deep breath. ‘Any clue how far along she was?’ he asked. ‘No,’ he answered, ‘I have no clue at all. I never saw any signs so she can’t have been that far along. A few weeks, maybe 6 or 8,’ he whispered, shrugging his shoulders in indifference. ‘It doesn’t matter does it?’ ‘Not until she finds out. She slipped a 'Vogue' magazine from her bag and settled down to a quiet hour of reading."Hey babe," came a whisper from behind her shoulder.Startled, Joan snapped her head around to see Mason Rouge, one of her former students, standing a few feet away. "Hello, Mason," she said, her voice was flat and emotionless. She turned back to her magazine and noisily snapped through several pages.She felt a hand sliding from her shoulder to her forearm and Mason's breath on her ear. "I thought I'd find. To make Christina hold still, I slung my arm around her small tight ass and held her steady. Starting at the top of her black bush, I cut a swatch from corner to corner so I could be sure to see her now passion-swollen love lips. The clipping really got Christina juicing, and I watched her pink lips turn red with excitement. As I continued downward near her cleft, I noticed that Christina was pinching her nipples and emitting little sighs of pleasure with every snip.Her breathing became. She would joke around a lot more. She just seemed happier overall. Well one night I go over there and it’s already dark. Well she walks outside when I pulled up and she’s swearing this tissue thin tiny shirt. I could instantly see her nipples get hard from the cool night air. She had on some shorts that were rather skimpy, they hugged her ass cheeks so tight mhmmm. Needless to say, I gave her a hug and she pulled me in a lot tighter than normal, I could feel her hard nipples poking me and I.