I tried to open the door but it was stuck. The more I looked at her boobs the more excited I became."Giselle, for god's sake! Calm down!" Kara shouted...I finally got the door open and I quickly got out to catch my breath. The cool air felt good against my face.Kara slammed her door and walked round her car and spun me around. I saw an angry look in her eye. "What the hell was that about? What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you keep looking at my chest?"I tried to look away from her but she. "The three of us sobbed and held each other, our joy at Becky's pregnancy more than we could stand.The next day a test at the doctor confirmed it. Becky was pregnant. She was pregnant, a child growing in her womb. Of course, we did not know which of the seven men who gambled on her impregnation was the father or what race the baby would be but, we didn't care. Becky was pregnant. I was so thrilled for her, and so was Trudy.After Becky told my boss, Mr. Williams, of her joy, he scheduled a big. After breakfast we went to karate, then ate lunch. Kara’s study group arrived at just about the same time as my two ROTC cadets.“Pablo Martinez,” a tall, Hispanic cadet said, shaking my hand.“Ron Jones,” a stocky, black cadet said, also shaking my hand.“Steve Adams. Come on in,” I said.We went to my study and I had them sit down.“So, what’s the problem, gentlemen?” I asked.“This shit is HARD!” Ron said. “I can fix any car you show me, but computers? Forget it!”“I’m the opposite,” I said. “Don’t. The low pitched purr reminded Duke of a cat with a bowl of milk. He slid the gun down to her breast and pressed the sight into her flesh. She could feel the tenseness of his arm and now she could see his finger in the trigger hole, his knuckle white with the pressure. The thought of him pulling it tighter and blowing a hole straight through her chest excited her. The flow of juices between her legs had become nearly constant now. It leaked out onto her thigh and began to puddle into her.