" That's a harder question," Krissi said. "Suppose you do. Suppose you figure out who the father is, and he wants you to get an abortion. What do you ...o then?"Lisa and Jo looked at each other. "I hadn't thought of that," Lisa said in a small voice. "Do you think he would?" He might not," Krissi said, "but his wife might. Or she might insist that they get the baby after you have it."Lisa swallowed, and her hand went to her tummy. "No. They can't have it. I'm the mother. It's mine. It's ours.". Then, suddenly, I heard a voice. “Get the fuck away from him. I calledthe police.” It was Jon! Just as he finished the sentence, sirens beganto ring out in the background.The three jocks ran off but not before spitting on me as I squirmedpainfully on the ground. Allison frowned with a petulant pout. “Thisisn’t over loser. I’m going to make your life a living hell or my nameisn’t Allison McGuire.” She stepped on my chest with a high heeled footand walked away with a seductive skip.Meanwhile, I. Fuck! Look at those abs… His muscled arms… His pecs. Connor quickly walked over to the door, locked it, and turned around. He grinned as he slowly walked over and we took each other in. He sat down next to me on the bed and my hands instinctively reached for him. I placed my hands on his strong shoulders, ran them down his corded arms, up to his pecs, and finally down to his tight abs. He grabbed my wrists, pulled my arms over my head, and then seductively pulled my shirt over my head. “Dang. Never easing her grip. How he squealed as massive spams and shakes took his body! So much cum!"Tighter!" There was a slight smile on the Queen's thin lips as she watched the helpless boy suffer in her hands. Soon she shifted to using her nails on the cum-sensitive cockhead, raking in quick motions. He was crying, begging hopelessly, struggling, shaking, twitching. The torture of this beautiful youth, you could see just how the old woman loved it. That she could force such exquisite pain on him..