The baby inside her is just like her friend was: frail and in need of her help. If she chooses to reject it, it will die. This is a fresh chance for R...chele to be the better person she dearly wishes she had been before. This is her chance to do the right thing and help someone who needs her, instead of just tending to her own selfish preferences. If she keeps acting as shamefully as she had on Vulta and then the ship, what kind of shallow, lonely life will it amount to? She is only still. ” She places both hands on her ass cheeks. “Is there a panty line?”He bends over taking a closer look at her rear. “There’s no panty line.”“Good. That’s the problem with slacks, it’s hard to match the slacks with the panties.”“What about the front?” She shifts her feet slightly parting her legs.His eyes are drawn to the juncture of her thighs. There is a nice hint of a mound. He looks her in the eye and says, “They’re not too tight either.”She shifts position and feels the fabric tightening. She lifted her legs over the rim of the jacuzzi and arched her back so as to give the propulsion direct access to her. The cool porcelain of the outer rim was a warm body in her mind. She pressed into him -- or was it her? Images of Ms. Crawford's dress falling to the floor flooded her brain. Suddenly it was her hips pressed against Esmeralda, her hand inside her, her tongue. She watched Ms. Crawford's fingers slide up her young skin and press hard on her breasts, so hard that the tissue seeped. My young cock would get hard just thinking about the possibilities of what may happen. The anticipation was thrilling, it was all new and exciting. My heart skipped a beat when he casually motioned for me to follow him home. With his parents still gone at work, he excused himself to take a shower. I waited nervously in his bedroom for him to return. Nervous only at the thought of losing myself too much to his power over me. He walked in wearing only a towel around his waist, his skin shimmered,.