I might not even be Jesse’s. You jumped to the conclusion that it was all just like the last time. I could be Allen’s.”“I know that’s not tr...e. I knew for sure I was pregnant when I was with Allen.”“That fifteen-year-old freshman? What was his name?”“Carl. That would be a hoot. But I’d never strap him with my mistake. He’d try to do the right thing and he’s just too young.”“So were you. I’m just saying that you can’t assume everything is the same as it was the last time you went through this.. .....but that all changed over night a couple weeks ago. We had decided that this rut we were in was going to end one way or another & so we made plans for the upcoming weekend & booked an expensive 5star suite at a hotel for the entire weekend. Well we still had to make it through the week before our little get away. So we went about our normal routine getting up in the morning & going to work & then coming home & eating dinner together......you know all that normal everyday shit married. .?"I sat up, looked around and realized I wasn't in a hotel room or tour bus but in a studio in NYC. Right in front of me stood a young girl with blue/green hair wearing sneakers, a plain shirt and some very short shorts."Hi!" Hi.... who...uhm...?" I'm Bea. I am... well basically I'm your boss today and I bet my wet pussy that you are... the guitarist!" Well.... you win." And so do you, I love guitarists!" With that she dropped her shorts and leaned back on the mixing console. Her shirt wasn't. I steadied myself with my hand against her naked hip.I took her clit between my lips and pressed against her g-spot with my finger. She grit her teeth and pressed my face against her crotch. Her button grew harder than I had ever felt a nipple grow. The twitches in her legs grew.Diane pulled her legs together and squeezed them against my head. I felt the heat rise in my head. Her body felt almost cold around me. My hand involuntarily slid off her hip and I braced myself against the toilet with.