." She glanced over at a pocket of freshman.I looked over, my hopes rising. "Who, Victoria?" I said, blood moving to my cock.She scoffed. "No! I'm tal...ing about Jenna!"I looked back over at the group. Jenna was a flute player, and a hot one at that. Her dark brown hair went down to about her shoulders and she had bright blue eyes. She was fairly tall, and had smooth, long legs. Her tits were great, and I craved to see them. Her feet were also amazing, and they reminded me a lot of Mia. As my tongue split open her tiny and thin pussy lips, I was greeted with the sweet taste of her pussy. With only my tongue to work with I pushed it as far inside of her and tried to bring her love tunnel closer to my face. Michelle noticing that I really wanted to eat her said, “You want my pussy? You want to eat me?” I shook my head up and down then she grabbed my head then pulled me into her crotch that made it easier for me. Her hips began to thrash about over my face. My tongue went. ”“Any spotting?”“No.”“So it’s just you.”“I guess so. I haven’t been throwing up. I’ve no cravings for pickles or ice cream. I feel there should be something significant.”“There is. You’re pumping new and wond’rous hormones. They’ll draw some blood tomorrow and if there’s anything amiss they’ll say something.”“True. [pause] I’m edgy anyway.”“Come into the bedroom and I’ll relax you.”“You know,” Patrick said an hour later, “You may be getting a little rounder. Right here. Will they do a sonogram. Her delicate fingers traced down along her skin to the tips of her bare breasts. She circled them and teased herself into arousal. Even if he still hadn’t taken her, he liked when she was moist for him and she longed to please him.The door opened and her heart leapt. Without a thought she knelt down on the floor with her arms behind her.“Good morning, pet.”“Good morning, Master.”“Would you like to have breakfast?”“If you wish it, Master.”“Tell me in your heart dear, do you wish to please.