He was no longer her Prince Charming, but he was pretty damn close...As they strolled around the reservoir together, she thought through their relatio...ship, and how many times they may have walked in this exact place, looking as cute, if not much more so than they looked at that exact moment."Hey Emma?" Mhmm..." she murmured, looking up at him, with that look of love that he had been praying would be returned to him for a long time."Will you..." What?" she asked wonderingly and sweetly."Will. "Anthony!" another girl called out. "How are you? I heard you and Charlotte are back together."And it went on and on until I got to my classroom.To say I had trouble concentrating on class lectures was the understatement of the year. I didn't hear a word that was said the entire day. My mind was completely lost in thoughts of Charlotte, of Amy, of Sheila, of the baby.Charlotte was pregnant. And though I was almost 100% certain it was mine, doubts still nagged me, heckling from the peanut. My tiny hand bled him of all the pent up gallons of juice he had been saving for the weeks he had been dreaming of me.It was as if he wasn’t spurting at all, it was just one, long, continuous, never- ending rope of flowing, white hot, boiling cum. On and on it went, he smiled, screwed his face again, still he came, he smiled again, it was starting to ebb.He looked down and couldn’t see his cock, just the delectable sight of my tiny bum still sticking into his groin, but he could feel my hand. .”His mind racing, Jim felt his palms moisten. Unbidden, memories of when he first received the email from Cort sprang to mind. Anger. That’s what he felt at the time. Anger and rage. That realization shook him. It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t compassion for Ann. It was pure, cold anger. New feelings pushed back his dormant anger. Self-loathing joined the frustrated rage.His voice was barely audible as he spoke. “You’re right. You deserved more. I’m sorry, Ann. I don’t...” His voice trailed off and.