"I thought this was going to be a caricature!" I gasped. Bonnie looked away from her examination of Tommy and favored me with a brief smile. "Oh, but ...t is, my dear! Anybody can do a physical caricature. But how many artists can capture the real you inside so everyone can see it?" She turned back to her easel and started drawing again. "But I'm not like this!" I objected."No, it's perfect," cooed an unfamiliar voice. Some old lady had come up and was looking at my picture! My face flamed and I. She stroked her pussy idly, thinking about exactly how sweet it did sound. It sounded as sweet as a rose would smell, she thought absently. It sounded so sweet to just lie there, helpless, while her lover did all the work and all she had to do was… ‘Um,’ Aimee said, realizing she’d lost quite a bit of time to that little reverie. ‘It sounds…very…’ She groped for a way to finish the sentence that didn’t involve the word ‘please’. Then she struggled to find a way to finish the sentence, period.. The following day she arrives at the very bar she dreamed of, where Mark and her first met.She finds herself in that bar with the sangria, with him eye-fucking her, just like the first time. It is a warm and balmy evening. Her pussy is getting wet and was tense with anticipation, she squeezes her pelvic floor muscles and lets go, feeling the desperation of her cunt. She suddenly feels a surge of sex appeal, she realizes how desireable she is: every little movement from her toes, knees, ass,. "Kelly didn't look up. Her voice muffled from her hands. "I'm pregnant."Her answer stunned Bud to silence. He dropped the pictures onto the floor, where they laid ignored between his feet. "My God. I'm so sorry." I never thought it would happen so quickly. We only made love four or five times," she snuffled. "I posed so that I could earn money and leave Kingsport. I don't want anyone else to know. I'll go away from here and no one will suspect the truth." No. You can't leave." Bud's head swam.