I smiled back at her. “Are you OK?” “Yeah Just can't get comfortable in this chair for some reason.” “What seems to be the problem?” “Uh... I have the biggest hard on I've ever had!” I said I could feel my cheeks get hot. “Oh, Let me help you then!” She slowly got off the desk and got on her knees in front of me. Grabbing my hips turning me to face her she had a look of lust in her eyes, when she saw the out line of my big veiny member in my shorts. She looked up to me as she reached for my fly. She joined the ranks of my ex-girlfriends not long after.I also didn't care about birth control — that was the girl's responsibility.I got my first pregnancy scare right before Christmas that year. Much like Marnie, she was a mousy girl, not particularly pretty, but she had a rockin' body — a body that I rocked several times, thank you.When Kayla told me she'd missed her period, I didn't care. What did she expect me to do about it? I was more pissed that Kayla's revelation cost me the chance at. But if you feel particularly masochistic, strap yourself into your seat, because I don't think you're gonna be comfortable, except for that statistical ten to fifteen percent who have nothing to worry about. [A ripple of laughter from the studio audience.]"Yep, it's the age-old question: Does size matter? And if it does, by how much? Girls, I know you're all champing at the bit to tell us what YOU think. Don't go way; we'll be right back after these announcements."Teresa sat back and shuffled. "How can I do this to her."How can I?"The tears flowed down her cheek as she stood by her daughter's bedroom. Then she heard Louisa's muffled sounds as she pleasured herself. Not being able to take anymore, Carmina went to her bedroom and without changing, cried herself to sleep.Not that she slept much that night. She slept fitfully, would wake up only to remember the events of the last few days. Events that brought her to exchange her daughter for own liberty. And the liberty of her daughter,.