Than main uske upar se utha to dekha ki uski choot thodi sooz gait hi and laal bhi thi.Phir usne mujhe thanda joos diya. Usne mujhse puchha ‘ tum ye...kaam kabse ker rahe ho? Ab tak kitni aurton ko chod chuke ho.’Maine kaha ‘ main ye kaam ek saal se ker raha hoon and ab tak main 15 ki massage ker chukka hoon and unko chod bhi chukka hoon.”Phir maine puchha ki “ are u satisfied?”She said ‘haan, tumne mujhe bahot maza diya hai, and main ek baar phir tumse chudwana chahti hoon.’Maine kaha ‘to theek. .. help?” Chuck could see her nipples poking through her shirt, and he was quite aware that while she might be protesting, she was aroused as she had been the last time she was exposed like this.“Fine!” she said, not quite in a huff, as she got up off his lap, and looking down so she did not have to see their faces, reached down and slowly pulled her sleep shirt up, over her hips, and eventually up and over her head. Her dark blue panties stood out against her almost alabaster skin, and the. Obviously I didn’t fall into his “needy” category.“Yes, well… there’s a problem now,” I tried to sound embarrassed, “You see… I’m pregnant.” His eyes light up with interest. “I don’t want to tell my mother or she’ll kill me. I need to get an abortion or I’ll never go to college, but I need to know how to get one without telling mom.” I hopped this would be a desperate enough plan for him to try his seduction on me, but I decided to really make my point. “Mr. Pressman, I’m begging you. . . Kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss!" I teased before beginning a fresh batch of wet kisses. And did Jenny think I was going to stop there with just a bit of kissing? No-no-no! She was going to get some "French" kissing too.It was time to tell Jenny *exactly* what she would be having done to her. "Jenny? Oh Jenny cutie. Time for some more kissies sweetie. And you know what *kind* of kisses your getting now, dear? *French* ones with lots of *licking*. Isn't *that* what you want? Or are we going to be.