I had pretty much gotten used to her, but she insisted that hate-fucking was the best fucking and told me to channel all of my frustration from yester...ay."Why the hell do you like country music?! Country music sucks!" I yelled.It was easier than I thought it would be.I sat up, gripping her ass cheeks and watching my manhood slide into her back door. I wanted to take a picture and make it my phone background. I pulled out and spread her cheeks, looking into her gaping asshole. I spat into the. Owen was sitting beside me. This time the ladies, all of them and Ronald, were in a booth together, me Owen and I were on our own. I’d been tipped that that was the plan, engineered by him, before we left the school’s auditorium. He had things he wanted to run by me. I’d looked him askance at the time, but had given in when he said that he’d buy the ice cream this time. Well an ice cream cone was a helluva bribe.“It was a nice play,” he said, agreeing with me. “Your daughters are very. “There you are, Clint!”Our Asian half-sister—my father was a stud—rushed to me. She wore a beige jacket that fell down to her knees, her legs bare beneath. Her face was round, her glasses perched on her face. She also had contacts, but I liked her in the glasses. And she liked to make me happy. Publicly, she was my girlfriend.And Melody’s.That caused no amount of gossip at our high school.And there, in her hand, was an identical pregnancy test with a pink line on it. “I’m pregnant, Clint!. ’ The sound from the crone was more like a word than a laugh. Submitted to literotica.com by the author. ‘Is he strong and brave,’ blurted Lei, rushing to the first question she could think up. ‘That’s two questions,’ complained the crone. Lei bit her lower lip, trying to choose which one of the two she wanted to know most but then changed her mind entirely. ‘Will he think I am pretty?’ ‘He,’ said the crone and chopped her knife down hard on the root, ‘will think you are beautiful.’ Lei made a.