"Not sure. What year is it?" What year?" Are you my wife?" Tony, we're fourteen." There are states where that is legal." He's okay," said another voic.... I decided that it was my maternal unit, code-named Mom.I decided to try opening my eyes again.I opened them just a little, and they still burned. I closed them and blinked hard, trying to liquefy them. No, not liquify; moisten. Why was it so hard to think?I opened my eyes again. They still stinged. Stanged. Stang. Stung. They stung, but not as. I think he finally just gave up trying to do the right thing. What had happened between us, even though it was unplanned, had been so obviously beautiful that it was impossible to view it as doing something wrong. I know I never once regretted it.He had some remorse about ejaculating inside me, but that’s where the natural progression ends. Instinct will win out. Mother Nature is firmly in control of things.The aftermath was just a little awkward. It had been unplanned, after all, a surprise to. The milkman however was totally involved in the vision before him, Julie wasn’t aware of it, she buried herself in thought to hide from the reality of her predicament, she wasn’t the type of woman who would take of her clothes and tease herself to orgasm for anyone, but now her fingers were working frantically at getting her off now, she was moaning into the still night as she entertained her audience. She had been purposely avoiding her clit to deny the milkman the thrill he sought in. “Yeah, so what can we do for you?” Milo asked trying to stay in the conversation.“First of all I have no idea. See I didn’t ask for your help. So, if you think I need you in order to do what I have planned. Then you need to get back in your car and go on back to DC.” I snapped.“Hold on Rogers, we can either help, or make your life miserable while you do your thing.” Milo said.I was too angry to speak, so I stood to leave without a word. I got to the bottom of the bleachers when Gray spoke..