But it was the face that one was drawn too; the look upon the tortured woman'sface as she bore the punishment for unleashing the evils upon the world....Hereyes half closed, her mouth drawn and tight, and yet there was the look ofsensuality, of pleasure, drawn into it. In the depths of one's mind you askedyour self if the punishment she was enduring was truly punishment. Annette stood enraptured by the painting, her rose colored mouth open asshe drank in the meaning of the painting. Her eyes. Another moan escaped my lips, as hers stretched taught around the rim, and then popped past.She pulled away, and dribbled some spit along my shaft, before putting my cock back in her mouth. Her hands started to pump up and down my pole, while her tongue worked the head. She really knew what she was doing, and I soon felt my orgasm coming on."Shanna, I'm about... To... Ungh," I grunted as she picked up the pace of her hands, and sucked hard on the knob. It was too much, and I shot string after. "Then the second week of school when I was sitting at a table in theCafeteria with Kevin, Mark and Eric, all of a sudden Mark looks at meand asks, "So Rob, who's the father?" Huh? What?" I stammered."Well, the rumor around school is that Christine got herself knocked uplast Spring. And I just wondered who the poor bastard was." Oh," I said, "probably could have been any one of a dozen or two guys."And we all laughed.After school that day I was thinking about what Mark had said and Irealized. In those brief moments, and they were all too brief, Karen managed to totally change my attitude toward life. “I don’t know what happens next, but I do know that you two need time alone. Why don’t I go make some coffee?” Karen was still sobbing as Rachel left the room and finally looked towards her husband with sad, red eyes. Bob simply reached over and hugged his wife. After a moment, he spoke to her softly. “I think I understand what happened, and while I must admit I am really shocked, I.