She was 15, still in secondary school; he, 20 years old by then, was on his second year of college. Soon after their first encounter they started dati...g, despite their age difference forced them to see each other almost in secret. It wasn't long until they started taking their relationship into the physical, and for around a year they were as happy as a young couple in love could be.All this idyllic paradise suddenly faded away when, because of a negligence, she got pregnant, with only 17. I decided to leave the gossip as it was for now; it kept the view more scenic if you get me drift.Monday evening and the Sloans put on the Burberries and the Chelsea set put on their faux furs and went. When the office closed, I moved into reception. Here I would give it two coats, maybe three. Depth of colour see? Gives an air of quality. And reception is the one place that can only be done out of hours. Businesses, without exception, don't like reception to be messy. It's that first. I’m a bad mother, when he understands how wrong this,It’ll be all my fault! I buried my face in his chest as he slowly humped up and down.This feeling like heaven, we moaned as he humped faster. I moaned and heard someone had been knocking at our door. I bit my lip.Trying not to let out any more fantastic moans, “There’s someone at the door” I whispered. He ignored me and laid me on myclean dining room tabled. I laidthere was he fucked me roughly but he looked happy,I’ve never seen him so. "Ref, get down there and hear this!" Aunt Linda ordered me.I was dumbstruck off to the side, frozen by the image of my beautiful aunts locked in battle, with Aunt Linda's mammoth calves wringing a submission from my crying Aunt Barbara. I knelt beside them and saw mouth the words "I give," but nothing was coming out."Ah, sometimes I squeeze so hard they can't talk," Aunt Linda laughed, easing up a little."I guv...giv...up...pleesh," Aunt Barbara slurred comtically, hands at her side now as she.