”“Kind of. How far did he get?”“He had his hand down my pants.”“There we go,” he said.“You’re not mad?”“No. Not even disappointe.... It’s something we all go through. I’m surprised your mom got mad.”“There was something else.”“He was unzipped, too?”“Yeah.”“And you —?”“I had it in my hand, OK?”“You poor kids,” he said. “She comes in just when it was getting good. Come here.”I put my tea down and snuggled against him. I folded my legs on the couch, and the shirt came up my thighs. I had to tuck the. "Her father owes taxes to the state," he told me."She is mine now, and is carrying my child. Why is she under arrest for her father." The Magistrate told us to arrest her. That is all I know," he told me."Let me drive you all to town, she should not be walking so near to the time of delivery," I said.They agreed, and I drove them to see the Magistrate.I walked into the courtroom with Verine.The Magistrate spouted a large ration of bullshit. I asked how much it would cost to get Verine out of. AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!"Crissy thrashed convulsively as Ron buried his cock in her one last time. She felt his cum spurting into her pussy as the strongest orgasm of her life rolled over her, shaking her to her core. Her body vibrated like an electric current was running through it. Then, as Ron began to pull his cock out of her, she squealed, and squirted, spraying Ron's cock and balls, the inside of her own thighs, and the ground under her.Crissy collapsed on the floor again, this time in no. Outside, 3 construction workers and two nuns looked in her direction with bulging eyes, tongues unfurled and rolling across the ground like a carpet unrolling, much like a cartoon wolf. Then taking her delicate hand we ducked into Five Guys Burger and Fries, my favorite place of worship. After ordering, I genuflected and we sat across from each other in a booth.Once seated I kicked my sneaker off and slid my toes deftly between her legs. Then in a voice so loud it was heard in Seattle, Winter.