The remaining weeks of Holly's pregnancy were pretty uneventful. Nearly every day at dinner I had to endure a litany of complaints. I got to hear ever...thing from my mother-in-law's bathroom habits to her inability to grasp basic computing on her laptop. Holly's complaints were a daily dinner time event that, admittedly, I enjoyed more than I should have, she told them with a flourish of her arms and a high pitched wail. Each time, Holly ended up laughing and hanging on my shoulder just like she. The guy next to her was rubbing the front of his pants and was looking back and forth between her and the couple in the car. He stepped a bit closer to her, and she reached over and began to rub the front of his pants; her hand next to his.Back in the car, the couple had unfastened his pants, exposing his long, thin penis. It was seven inches or more in length, but not much wider than my thumb; about an inch. He was still playing with her tits as she stroked him.I looked back at the couple next. I found myself unemployed and broke with no one in my life. I’ve been pondering over my life and wonder what life would have been different if I did a few things different. When I walk into the hall closet, a book falls onto my head. I look at the book realize it is a journal that I that I wrote in high school after collection of suicides. The school wanted to know any depression from the rest of the student body.I slowly scan the book and remember remembering being a bit of a nerd, I would. He slowly kisses the tops of each one, and then licks down to her nipple, right first. He takes it in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. It sounds as if she’s trying to not scream. His dick jumps in his pants. The feel of her nipple in his mouth almost makes him cum in his pants. His teeth bite the little bud ever so slightly and she gasps and opens her mouth in a silent O. No one’s ever made her feel these sensations and she’s so confused. His other hand is slowly massaging.