" And we have to have an air supply." Or we have to do mechanical..." Rachel said."Or a teeny, tiny railgun," I popped, watching Cindy."I am NOT givin... you my railgun papers," Cindy said."You can't anyway," I smirked. "Most of 'em are classified now anyway. But you're not the ONLY one around here that has ideas.We finished playing in the lab. I went home with Tina and met Dad there. Tonight's the night of my weekly phone call to Mom in California. If she's home. Or if she's in a facility and I. " I had no idea what to say, everything sounded wrong."But?" she led me on. "Do you need a ride?" A ride?" I blinked at the phone because Bambi said it like she was asking me if I wanted to ride her!"To school," she giggled and I must have smiled then, although I didn't realize it."What are you smiling at?" Jules wanted to know. "What's she saying?" Shhh..." I waved at her. "Um, Bambi? Actually, I was wondering if you'd sorta do me a favor?" A favor?" she asked, getting serious finally. "I'm. " Gonna have to grind." Yes. Nothing spectacular. Just four days of churning out rounds." I can grind," Tess said."Sure you can." Two under par, for each of four rounds. That ought to do it." Sure that would do it, Tess, but grinders don't set goals like that, for individual rounds." What are you talking about?" She seemed a little upset with me for contradicting her."Par is 72 here. Supposing, first day out in the qualifying tournament, you shoot par." I can do better than par on this. . Megan I Don'tWantToGet... OooHhhh... You..." The feeling was too good. "Unnhh... Unhhh, pregnant." I finally managed to gasp. I blasted my cum into Megan's pussy. I slumped down."Damn, you can't be done already. This won't do. Not at all." Megan declared determinedly.I asked weakly, "Megan, are you on the pill? I don't want to get you pregnant."She smiled, "Yes, I've been on the pill since I started fucking a year and a half ago. I won't get pregnant." Thank God." We're going to have to work.