It would be childish of her to make a wish. But in the dark of pain and despair, she did. She voiced the wish in her head, closed her eyes and blow ou... a long breath…*As Rogue finished her breath, she was shook by the choirs of cheers. As her eyes flew open, she was blinded by the flash of a camera.“Happy Eighteenth Birthday Rogue,” the thoughtful and fatherly voice of Charles Xavier announced, “I hope your wishes come true.”“I know ours did,” She heard Kurt snicker from in back.Rogue wanted to. “That was the same question I had too. The doctor said the pill I was taking had an approximate failure rate of 2% and unfortunately we are now part of that 2%.”“That is just dumb luck,” I said whilst running a finger slowly on her back willing her to calm down until I realized something. “When you said we, you meant you and Travis right,” ‘Please be Travis,’ I prayed inside my head.Linda slowly removed her head from my sweaty chest and looked into my eyes, “I haven’t slept with Travis for. Junior's friends and family knew that he was in the Reserves, but what they didn't know was his status was actually a cover story. While in the Corps it was discovered that Junior had a natural ability with a rifle that was quite rare. The powers that be sent him to sniper training, only to have him show them a thing or two. Born and raised in the Smoky Mountains, Junior had been hunting since he was eight years old, and could shoot rings around his instructors, men who had made the business of. Reg sat on the kitchen chair and she draped herself over his lap.He looked down at the rounded cheeks and gently brushed them with his right hand."Spank me hard Reg," she instructed.He raised his hand and then SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! it bounced off her cheeks.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! he continued to spank and Geraldine started to squirm,the tingling in her buttocks was being matched by a tingling in her cunt.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Reg was feeling a stinging.