She looked very cute with her sleepy look and dishevelled hair. She was wearing hot pants and white tshirt. “Morning”, she yawned.“Good morning,...darlin”“I’m hungry”“For… Food or dick??” I mischeviously asked.“First food, later dick” she naughtily replied.I folded up the paper and went inside to order. I ordered my ‘hangover special’ which consisted of 2 eggs (sunny side up), with orange juice and black coffee. I asked Maya to see if Arya was awake and she checked on him; he was still asleep. I. Well I go in the room & im layin in bed nothing on waiting for this sexy guy come in & here I am planning on letting him fuck me now he kept dropping hints of wanting too fuck me & I kept maken him work for it. He comes in & I say how about you drop that towel & get into bed he lays down I get between his legs start kissing him both of our cocks are touching he's touching my body all over I start too kiss him on his neck then his chest well I start to blow him & he has me move over too the side. We think she is pregnant but no one can but guess as to the father. It may be Michael or one of the brutes that await trial.[Margin note] May 15th 1838. We received the sad news today that Farthing died at Nettleborough after having a miscarriage. May she rest in peace. I cancelled all work and punishments for the day as a mark of respect.]Margaret’s eyes were teared when she finished reading and tears were running down the cheeks of others."The story was supposed to make us horny Margaret,". ‘Did I hurt you?’ ‘No,’ I said softly, grabbing my shirt and jeans. I pulled them on as quickly as I could, threw on my shoes and rolled up my bra and panties in my hands. ‘I’m just a little weirded out by all of this. I should go.’ I put my jacket on. ‘I thought you wanted this,’ he said pleadingly, watching me from the couch. I looked to him apologetically, reaching for the doorknob. ‘Yeah,’ I replied, a little choked up. ‘So did I.’ I opened the door hastily and violently slammed into.