"Early the next morning as Caroline fried bacon on their small stove and watched her angry husband slop water on the scorched door frame, she was sure...she was pregnant. She would not tell anyone for more than two months, but in her heart she was sure. And the idea frightened her. I am sixteen, she thought, as she watched the meat curl, and I certainly don't know how to be a mother. She smiled. I don't even know how to be a wife yet.After the first business of the day and during the normal lull. It could hear her respond by rote; moaning or moving on cue, like an actor in a role. It was a good performance.She knew she would have to call it back; help her through this - as she had done so frequently in the past. Sex with Tom Danforth has lost the little sparkle that it once had. Her mind circled once more, taking in Tom's heaving flanks, her own firm, rounded asscheeks; pink, puckered anus involuntarily contracting; round tits flattened against her chest by her husbands weight, blonde. The first had been her cousin's, at a family reunion, in the camping trailer his family had brought to the event. That boy's mother had suddenly opened the door and come to find her son humping the shit out of little Monica on the bed that her little boy's mother and father had made love on only the night before. Both her son and Monica were thirteen at the time, and the boy had believed his parents were on a sightseeing trip in town.That little event had landed her in St. Clementine's. ”At long last Franco's piss slowed and stopped before he pulled his cock out my mouth and went behind me. Before I had a chance to say anything Matt stepped in front of me and pushed his soft cock in my mouth and began to piss. As soon as he stopped pissing his cock hardened and he took a good hold of my head and pushed it further in my mouth and down my throat. “Fuck this is hot.” The tall, muscular black past-teenager moaned as he shoved his entire cock down my throat until his low.