" Don't do this. You can't stay mad at me forever. I don't want you to have an abortion. I'll marry you, I mean it!" he told her, pleading."It doesn't...matter now. We're through." She shook her head, repeating, "It doesn't matter now." Yes it does matter!"She closed her eyes for a moment, and then turned around and walked into her room. He followed her, sitting on her chair while she played the message from the doctor on the machine. He listened, then dropped his jaw."You're not pregnant? Oh. Not knowing any better, I agreed! It was seventh grade – didn’t all guys have a snake?When he talked about girls, I blushed – I never spoke more than two words to a girl. There were some pretty girls in a few of my classes - Nancy, Kathryn, LaDonna and Susan. Even so, I wasn’t going to show any of them my ‘snake.’Nothing good could come from that!This was also a long time before the Internet. You looked something up in either a fifteen-pound dictionary or the 1960s version of the World Book. He suggested that they have one last dance, well Iwasn't surprised to see that it was more of a make outsession than a dance. I was not sure what to thinkwhen after the song was over I could not find them inthe room. I just assumed that they had went to the barand would be right back. Right back turned into a15-minute wait for me. But soon Jan returned to thetable alone and had a very sexy smile on her face. Shesaid she was ready to go and again let me know shecould not wait to get me alone. I. Soon semen was shooting onto Yvette’s plate. He gave her by far the biggest serving of sauce. “I saved up since father told us about you two,” he said, before turning to Yvette and offering his penis, “Lick the serving spoon if you would like.” Yvette’s hand stroked his cock, squeezing the last few drops of semen directly into her mouth.Yvette cut a piece of fish and dipped it in the semen before putting it in her mouth, chewing and swallowing. She savoured the taste. “Mmmm, delicious,” she.