The final woman I met was by far my favorite. I messaged Lauren and didn’t get a response for two weeks. Her profile said she was eighteen and close...to graduating high school. I messaged a lot of eighteen year old’s as a slim hope. I never expected one to chat or meet.After two weeks passed Lauren messaged me. She sounded young, just like an inexperienced girl. She was held back in 8th grade, and was almost nineteen and still in high school. My brain, though, could not get over her being legal. She managed to keep her sinful compliance with the boyfriend’s orders a secret from her mother even after the pretty man took his leave along with some of her mother’s jewelry. For a short time afterward, she was somewhat apprehensive about the possibility she might be impregnated. The happy humping hunk considered condoms to be impediments to his pleasure and Lucy was not in a position to object.The nice folks at Planned Parenthood gave her all the tests and even a full examination for STDs to. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was short and skinny. She lived with her mother. She did not have a husband or a boyfriend. One day she felt pain in her stomach. She went to the doctor and he told her to sit on the table. He felt her stomach with his hands and felt a bump inside. “Suzy,” the doctor said, “I have to operate.”He took a large needle and stuck it into her arm. She fell asleep right away. He put her on a table and took off all her clothes. . I dropped to my knees and went straight for the prize, I needed cock and forgot about titillating and pleasuring him, like he had me. I sucked as deep as I could go, gagging at ¾ of the length, so pulled back and was satisfied with half and used my hand to slide back and forth on the lower shaft while my lips held tight and engulfed the top half and savoured his salty precum, my tongue hovering over his slit to get the taste as soon as it was delivered John lent over me and ran his hand down.