‘God, I’m sorry.’ She let go of his hand and ran outside onto the veranda. Jim threw his napkin down on the table and hurried out after her. ‘...ethany, where did you go?’ He couldn’t find her and could only think she went to the bench. He went back inside and got a lantern, put his Zippo into his pocket and made the uphill walk toward the bench. ‘Bethany? Are you up here?’ He listened and finally heard her crying. She was at the bench but instead of sitting there, she was kneeling on the ground. Now my face is so close that my lips brush his ear with every word. Dont feel embarrassed with me. Im never going to tell anyone. Does that mean you want to take this further? Yes, I blurt immediately. And we lie there, atop Daltons Batman comforter, staring in painful silence. Fuck, I cant say it. Does that mean&hellip, His gaze bounces around the room. Oh God, hes feeling it too. Intercourse? Yes. That. His face flips to a smile. Lets do it. Sounds perfect, I say, as Dalton strips off his. Then I looked at the man and asked, "Is she going to be ok?" She'll be fine. I estimate she's around eight and a half months. Two weeks early shouldn't be a problem. I'm just glad I didn't have to induce labor like that bastard wanted. I'm also glad that he's dead. You do know he was going to kill the child," he asked."What do you mean, induce?" I asked."He wanted me to help abort the baby. I was about to do that because they have my family in the next room and they were going to kill them when. Then she pulled off gasping for air and almost gagging on her own saliva."Anything?" she asked after catching her breath."No" I replied "that was fantastic, but i'm still not close!" Fuck!" snapped Marie before she suddenly jumped up off the floor "Then theres only one thing left!"And I watched as she moved to her bed, lifted her long white wedding dress up revealing her lovely firm white legs in her lovely white stockings, and her little white lacy knickers and then she sat on the edge of the.