"Stop it!" she said hardly, already wanting to cancel the actions she was involved in. "I want to go home!"But Carl didn't hear her and continued grop...ng her under her skirt. Janet increased her efforts to free from the man and somehow, she managed to pull away from him. But just for a moment - grabbing her by the shoulders, Carl slammed her back against the seat, again pinning her with his body. With Janet's left arm pinned between him and the seat, and his right arm behind her, Carl twisted. ‘I will be back soon. Do not try to run, or -‘ ‘Or you’ll chop my dick off,’ I interrupt her. ‘I know. Trust me, I’m not running anytime soon – I’ve got nowhere to go.’ She nods, and leaves the house. I look up as the door closes, and the emptiness of the building starts to close in. I look down at my kitchen counter in silence for a few minutes as I close my eyes and remember what it was like, before… After I’ve finished my sandwich, I get a bottle of water from the bucket of ice in the corner. However our little boy comes out, no one’s gonna know it’s not Jeff’s.”I was quiet for a long moment. I was going to be a father, but the mother of my first c***d was not my wife. Still, it all seemed right. Lacey and I had shared so many firsts in our lives . . . why not our first c***d?“I’d like to come see him,” I said, looking to her.Lacey’s eyes dripped. “Any time you want,” she said. “I promise.”I smiled, sniffed.. Sherri could have me do anything with a smile or a soft rub of her hand across my arm. How I would mentally think of her hand sliding off my arm and rubbing my cock through my pants. I am sure I was in total arousal every time I was within touching distance and this just became more powerful when and if we laid out on the grass.Then one day it happened. After a function at work while we were drinking she told me that the alcohol was going straight to her head and she was feeling horny she.