You don't need a boob job."Alone in the house, I went to the back window and turned on the flood lights. "She has a family to care for and I have this...fucking tree." The tree was laughing at me.The telephone rang. It would be Danny. Quickly, I decided to confess, to tell him everything. It rang again. But what would I say? Don't cry, I told myself. Try to make him understand. The third ring. I must answer the phone or he'll think I'm not here. I've got to make him understand it meant. “I’m pregnant!” Shit, I didn’t even know she wasn’t a virgin. She continued, “I think about two months. There was an older guy that you don’t know who convinced me to try it and said I wouldn’t have any problems. We did it in his car about six times that I thought were safe but I was wrong. When I told him, he disappeared. I am afraid to tell my parents!”I moved around to hug her as she bawled. When her tears slowed down she surprised the hell out of me with a French kiss, something I’d only. My cock being white seemed to shine as it disappear into her and then reappear, her juices running down my cock. Her shaved pussy gave me quite the view and she was so beautiful that I wasn’t sure I could hold out much longer. She stopped bouncing on my cock for a minute and looked deeply into my eyes and said please come inside me, I want to feel you come in me, and she started a frenzied pace bouncing almost off my cock and slamming back down on it. I felt her twitch in a mini orgasm and I. Her lips just brushing mine. They were so soft and glistened I couldn’t help look at them. We ate the delicious food, Cat often licking her lips, which caught my eye and sent little impulses to my girl parts. I wanted to dive in and get lost in her shimmering, wet-looking lips.After dinner we opened the second bottle of wine and settled into Pretty Woman and then Dirty Dancing. We enjoyed smiles, laughter and quite a few tears.Cat leaned in and moved my hair away from my tear soaked face. She.