She told us what you did at the ice cream place, and now we feel like shit. We’re all sorry,” she said as she held out her arms for a hug, which a...accepted.“I’m sorry and, and you guys too,” Carina said as she followed suit with a hug.“I’m sorry too. It was mostly them, not me though,” Becky whispered in my ear.It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to see them put the effort in and actually apologize, even Chris with all his skepticism seemed impressed. We walked through to the living room. She wails as the first of her contractions begin to milk your shaft. It's all too much, you cum with a roar, hips pumping, cum oozing out the wire tight grip her pussy has on your cock even as your frantic thrusts forced wad after wad past her cervix, to invade her young womb.You thrust deep at the end and hold her tight through her whimpers, tears and gasps. She clings to you like a life preserver, kissing any part of you she can reach. She'll remember this moment to her dying day. The day you. She’ll get her license, and she’ll be on regular surgical shifts doing general, not trauma, surgery.”“I don’t think I worry too much,” I said. “I think Jess is heading for a breakdown of some kind. Physical, emotional, mental.”“Why don’t you talk to Doctor Barton?” Kara asked. “I don’t seem to be able to get through to you.”“Because I’m truly worried about her and about our marriage. We knew it was going to be hard, but it’s even harder than we thought.”“So you’ve decided to become a pussy and. All three girls shrieked in mock offense, and Clarissa smacked my shoulder hard.“Tasha was right about him being a «некультурная свинья»!” Clarissa said, shaking her head.“But he’s right,” Tasha declared primly, causing the other girls to laugh.“I am SO dead in September,” I said shaking my head.“You love us, and you know it!” Tasha said.“I do.”December 18, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio“Mom is taking Sasha to the doctor on Tuesday, and afterwards they are going shopping,” Tasha said with a silly.