Shortly after, she reached down and grabbed my manhood and started to stroke it! It felt SO good. I was kissing her tits and her nipples got very hard... I was also rubbing her nyloned legs. She was already starting to moan. I then moved my left hand under her pantyhose waistband and also into her panties. She had very little pussy hair and my middle finger reached her clit. She then whimpered and started to squirm. This went on for like a couple of minutes.I then grabbed the top of her hose and. She snorts, inhales, and injects most of her money away, and in the days before her pregnancy, she wonders why she still is so damned hungry. All of a sudden, the baby is due, and she delivers it in some crack den with all these no-good hoodlums watching her. She wants to keep the baby alive. This, at least, I’ll grant her. She breast feeds the small child, and all of those drugs which float in her veins, suspended within her mother’s milk, go directly into that child’s body, and soon enough,. `What were you doing going through my bag anyway?’ I asked. She was obviously scared to answer but I felt so relieved when she did. `I was… looking at your bra’s, I was wondering what size you were’ she replied, looking away. `Really?’ I asked. She nodded and looked at me. `Katie, are you… straight?’ she asked, feeling really unsure how to ask. `I don’t think so’ I replied, then asked hesitantly (thinking how she’d chosen to stay with me) `you?’. The look in her eyes answered my question and I. “I just got a long distance call on my cell phone too. I wonder who that was from.” I answered.For the rest of the day and night the phone rang constantly, recruiters trying to set up an appointment to come out and talk to me. I had no idea what to do, I was relying heavily on my Father to handle this situation, without him this was going to be a mess. I decided to call Coach Mike and try to meet with him to get some guidance.I met with Coach Mike after school on Monday for several hours, we.