Week five was due to start and first I would be meeting with theendocrinologist and then, at the end of the week I would be havingsurgery on my face. ...ome the weekend, people would know something washappening. We decided that I had to tell my parents. Sunday lunch wasthe chosen time. My mother was like a crack detective, ready for thekiller interview."Now Thomas, you have obviously been hiding something and it is time tospill the beans. Are you ill? Is Sam pregnant? Is your company. Will your mom be more likely to let you stay if you’re pregnant?”“Oh yeah. Mom wouldn’t want me around her friends with a swollen belly. I’m yours to keep from now on, if you’ll have me. You know last summer if we had started having sex one day, two at the most, earlier we would be working on number two now.”“Wow that almost sounded like a proposal. You didn’t even give me a chance to ask.”“You may have never got around to it. Besides, last summer your mom told me if I ended up pregnant from. Even mid-slap, you'd marveled at the way her firm, high-school-freshman tits wobbled briefly in her swimsuit as she struck your cheek. That was almost four years ago, and you still catch yourself throwing sideways glances at your best friend and remembering that juggle. It makes you feel dirty and all of the right ways... but also all of the wrong ones.You feel the sting of The Slap Heard 'Round the Pool in her tone now, and it just serves as a reminder to not be a creepy douche around Melanie.. Wesley closes his eyes in absolute shame.When he opens his eyes he sees Alyssa staring straight at him watching the Klingon’s cock plunge in and out of Wesley’s sore mouth, watching him cry, and worst her eyes continue to gaze on his stiff disloyal member now stretching the fabric of his briefs to their limits. Alyssa’s not the only who notices Wesley’s hard on. The Klingon rapists also see it and chuckle at Wesley’s expense. His assailant shoots load after load of Klingon cum at Wesley’s face..