It needed to be years from now, when he was finished with school and working full time.But if she was pregnant ... what would she do?Part of the decid...ng was easy. There would be no termination. She could not, would not, abort Bobby’s baby. She’d have it, and she’d keep it. Even if she never saw him again, she’d keep his baby.But what did that mean?If she told him, he’d never go away to school. She didn’t know him as well as she should ... wanted to ... but she knew him well enough to know he’d. I could have let the studly equines take turns fucking me, but I wanted them both at the same time. I knew it would be difficult, but I would not rest until I had my way. Thank god this was a fantasy because what happened next would never have been possible in real life. It took a little trial and error, but I managed to get one of the studly steeds to roll onto his back. Making sure to not injure him, I scaled his muscular body and lowered myself onto his now perfectly-vertical shaft. Fuck! I. So I didn't resist as Brooke stroked my naked shaft a few times before parting her lips and slowly pushing my head into back of her mouth.Deep-throating me was something Brooke still could only do with difficulty. Her gag reflex was simply too strong, and it was something she only did on special occasions. This was one of them, and I whimpered at the pleasure as her lips pressed to the base of my dick."Oh, Brooke..." I crooned, moving my hands to her head and rooting my fingers through her. Free time was scheduled until eight when we were all to assemble for a camp fire. We arrived as a group and took our seats on some log benches. The camp staff put on a play for us and the girls were entertained with some pretty good comedy. I had talked with the head camp counselor and was in charge of lighting the camp fire. I had hidden a combination of common chemicals I got from the landscape shed in the base of the fire pile. Before you ask, no, I will not tell you what chemicals I used. I.