.” He stiffened.“Don’t worry. I’m not going to get pregnant.” She knew it was the answer to his unspoken thoughts when he relaxed. He didn�...t know – yet – that she couldn’t get pregnant except on Earth Day. It was another quirk of her mother’s heritage.Turning to look up at him, she asked, “Are you going to get scared and run away if I tell you that I think I’m falling in love with you?”“I already know I’m in love with you,” he responded, and stroked her cheek with his hand.“Good answer,” she. After he had retrieved them, he quickly entered the math classroom and sat in his normal seat. To his right sat a girl named Tracey, whom he had known since junior high. She was normally a happy girl, but when he glanced at her, he noticed she had been crying. She was a pretty girl, tints of red in her medium length brown hair. She was only 5'2" but she had a well- proportioned body as far as he could see. She had a small frame, which made her 34c breasts look even larger. Her ass was firm and. It was a place where she could maybe finally prove her-self to be as competent as any male in her chosen profession.Dr. Janelle had visited the girl many times, since she had been brought in, either in the room in which she had been placed or in therapy sessions here in her office. She had tried so hard to get through to the girl and was always disheartened when she did not respond to her soothing words or the soft touches to her arms or her cheek."'Ow you are feeling today, sweet'eart?" Dr.. I gave it a squeeze, loving how pliant it was. Teenage tits felt lovely. “She’s not my slut. She’s my princess. She’s a good girl. Unlike you, Alison. You’re my slut. You’re my pussy-licking slave. Right?”“Yes, Mom,” Alison moaned, shuddering.“Mom,” Janet whimpered as I massaged her breast. “You shouldn’t touch me there.”“Because you’re my daughter?”“And you’re an adult.” She bit her lip. “This is illegal, Mom. You can’t do this.”I stared into her brown eyes, her face trembling. It was so cute..