The class discussed Daddy, one of Amanda’s favorite poems. Claude could only think about how disturbed this Plath woman must have been—a fascinati...n with Nazis and how her father treated her like a poor Jewish girl. He hoped Amanda wasn’t the same way.“You must have read her when you were down and out,” said Claude unexpectedly.Amanda sighed.“This poetry is not about me. The important thing is that you can identify with her pain, and most women can.”“Men can too, but I feel she was too messed. That needed to be kept secret at all costs.It was just all just paranoia but it worried me. The consequences could be severe; if my pregnancy became common knowledge, the vast majority of damage to our careers and family would already have been done whether I had the child or not.The ‘obvious’ solution of termination was simply horrific to think about. At the very least, the damage it could do to my husband’s career if it became known his wife had had an abortion was immense. His international. Finally, she let out a loud groan and a jolt ran through her body. She closed her legs so tightly that i almost got suffocated. Yes! She was in orgasm. She set me free after few moments. I was very eager to feel the warmth of her pussy with my cock. So i went up towards her face and locked her lips with mine. Now we were in such a position that the tip of my cock was touching lips of her pussy. To my surprise, she grabbed the hold of my cock and guided its head into her pussy. The warmth of her. Her large black breasts swung and swayed over me as she rose and fell on my hard meat. Guttural groans came from her throat. Her rhythm increased in speed and ferocity. She cried out as she came. The excitement was just too much for me. Spunk pumped up my shaft into her cunt. She collapsed onto my chest, caught her breath, rested. I wrapped my arms around her, held her tight to me, and enjoyed the afterglow. Her cunt still held my cock, but I luxuriated in the sensation of my cum dribbling out.