George would probably marry her, and she could make some nice change selling her breastmilk. She would think about that. She really did not want a b...by just for that. It was something to think about in case she got pregnant. George fucked her a lot. She had been lucky at this point. She did take the pill but sometimes forgot to take them.~~A month later Peggy had made ten thousand dollars. She had sent the creep a hundred panties. On her period, she sent twenty pairs and made another. “You’re not drinking” “No I didn’t come for a drink” he smiled and nodded.Downing his beer he said “Ok” as I necked mine we stood up and walked outside to my car, it started to rain so I went and parked in a lonely car park at the bottom of town, under a bridge. Parking up we had a cigarette and I noticed he was wearing a white T shirt and trousers I had a blue shirt and jeans on.We finished our cigs and threw them out of the window, turning to face each other we smiled as my left arm d****d. I got up quickly and went to shower, dressed up and took a little breakfast and attended the mass, where I was greeted by the people there known to be their preacher's niece.After the mass, I had a little chitchat with some new girl friends I met. I was showed around the seashore by Uncle's assistants where we did some climbing on huge rocks and from its top, we jumped into the cold waters of the island and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon. I went along with uncle for his mass in a remote area. However I couldn't stop people around us from getting a good look, and of course that started with the driver who had a grin as big as the split of a watermelon.And as we pulled off the highway on to the slip road prior to turning left onto the six lane dual carriageway that was to take us all the way to Chelsea Beach it was our luck to pull up behind a coach full of schoolchildren.And to add to the comic, almost bizarre situation the back seat, eight across, just happened to be full of the.