A pale yellow post it note stands out well against the slate grey of a lap top as it poked out from under the lid. This pale yellow immediately upped ...is heart rate.It was his mother's handwriting: " I think we need to have a chat. Come to our room now.".It was at this point which full panic set in, he accidentally hit a key and the screen illuminated the entire room: there on the screen was a mix of opened videos. Top left was a Bobbi Starr DP scene with it paused at a screenshot of her face. . a sugar daddy. Who could that be, though? Did men still do that for ladies if they had the cash to spend on them? Monica sure hoped so, because she didn’t have as many life skills as she used to have. She didn’t know as much as she used to know, but she knew enough to know that fact itself.There was another problem, too. She was pregnant and confident that the baby was her own father’s. At long last, she had defeated her biological clock and proven fertile after all. Who would want a single. I almost feel myself entering her. Moving the covers down on my quarter of the bed, I made my way to approach her from the bottom. My only risk was a foot to the face, but I had faith on my side. Little, tenuous faith. I gently ran my hands up her thighs to her crotch. Pressing my thumbs on both her clit and pussy I rubbed as I began kissing the insides of her thighs. She stirred when I reach the part that was no longer thigh, but more intimate. Dipping my hand under her panties, I rubbed. We agreed to meet the following Thursday to finish it up. It wasn’t actually due until the end of the semester, along with all the major projects, but we were given participation points for showing progress on each of the projects. It was an interesting way to run the class, but I realized it was probably necessary given the limited resources in the computer lab. If we hadn’t been able to use the Apple IIe, Apple II, and Atari 800 at my house for some of the work, we’d have struggled to keep.