“Yes, the third one was standing behind me and whispering sweet nothings to me, like, ‘I wish my wife was a slut like you’, or ‘do you swallow...when a guy shoots his load in your mouth?, so fucking hot!” Paula stopped talking for a moment.“Do they get off at the same stop as you?” I asked.“No, they go to the next stop, which is the last on that run.” She gave me a slightly evil smile as she grasped the thought I had, letting them grope her more.I dropped her off the next Monday at the last stop. We've been letting her down when she's in the thick of it and she's getting creamed. The guys think they can muscle her around, but they can't. The thing is that even though she stands there like a rock, she's getting beat up." Why didn't she come to me with this?" She was afraid you'd start pulling her out and not letting her play as much. And I'm not taking every hit for her, Coach. I'm just trying to get her free to do what she does best. She's got fifteen already tonight and they are all. You know how much hope I had, but sometimes it just doesn't go our way. This is a time for loss, but you must take care of yourself. Let your parents be there for you and help you along the next part of your journey in life.” I'm confused by what the doctor is saying, it isn't something you'd hear from a doctor after the loss of a loved one. I shake my head slightly, trying to clear the haze. “Dr. Evans, whatever are you talking about?” “Do you not know? Mrs. Reed, you're pregnant,” he says,. She closed her eyes and, drawing my face to hers with one hand, kissed me long and luxuriously on the mouth. Our tongues played together as I slipped one finger into her slit.Julie came out of the bathroom, wearing a short blue terry robe that barely covered her ass. "Hey, Sister, you're interrupting the story!" she complained, flopping down on the foot of the bed, and stroking my balls and erect cock through my shorts. I pulled myself away from Pat's bewitching mouth. "That's about all there.