“I mean, I enjoy working and studying. I like my job and I love learning so…”“But you have to have a hobby of some sort.”She wasn’t ready ...o share that yet. Not yet. “Nothing really special. Like I said, I don’t advocate the need to always be productive, but I’m kind of a hypocrite in that sense.” Jasen understood that the subject ran deeper than she wished to go, and readily fell back into silence, looking again to her as she looked to the sky. Another offer to leave nearly came to his lips. I wanted to protect her, love her, make her feel better.I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her to me. “Well, I’m here for you. Whatever you decide.”Her hands rubbed at her stomach. “You mean that?”“Yeah.”“And what about Mom?” She squirmed. “She’s going to find out. I can’t hide a pregnancy from her. Not her.”“Well, you’re fourteen. Girls get pregnant at your age.”“She’ll be so mad.” Her blue eyes trembled as they stared up at me. “She’ll hate me.”“Mom won’t hate you.” I squeezed her. She knew she needed the spankings to clear her mind, but she felt a pang of guilt that she felt aroused without Mike being involved.Of course in Mike's absense, she masturbated as much as any healthy woman would in her situation, but her fantasies always wound around Mike. Sometimes, it was Mike spanking her, sometimes he was fucking her fast and hard as he often did (and she thoroughly enjoyed). But it was always him and no one else. She'd never been with another woman before Janet (if that. I try to pull you off my lap, but you clamp your legs tightly around my hips to stay in place. Your hand moves down between us to rub the bulge in my jeans. I shudder.You run your hands down your voluptuous body, trying to entice me further. They then begin to caress my body, slowly but steadily breaking my defenses.You continue to straddle my lap, grinding your sweet pussy against the obvious bulge in my jeans as you beg me. I want you so badly it hurts, but I'm trying to resist. As much as it.