She really just caught me beating my dick. She is never gonna be able to look at me again, I thought to myself.Not a word was spoken to each other on ...he run to her garage, during, or after the workout as expected. However, she did text me that night.“Hey Ramesses, I’m sorry about what happened this morning” she sent.“It’s all good. I shouldntve been doing that anyway -_-”“Loll. tbh, i usually masturbate in the morning before i come there. So i get it”Just reading that text started to get me. ”“When did you find out?”“Yesterday. I took one of those at-home pregnancy tests.”“Y’know sometime those things aren’t always accurate. Don’t you think you better check with the doctor?”“I take it you’re not too thrilled about having a baby.”“No, that’s not it at all. I am thrilled, really I am.”It was an ersatz response. He didn’t know what to feel at the moment, but the initial reaction was one of gloom. He wanted to be thrilled but wasn’t, and he was afraid that Amanda saw the truth etched. I brushed my teeth and flossed, trying to rid myself of the feeling that Gary’s semen was detectable on my breath. I felt I was being irrational, paranoid in fact; but I could not help fearing that somehow my sin could be detected, discovered.I really did not want to talk much about what had just happened, so I was slightly relieved that Gary was not lurking about. I suspected he needed some distance too. I believed we were both afraid to try to talk about it, fearful that if we looked at this. I would often play online in chat rooms, watching porn, and masturbating. I would make friends in the chat rooms, and I got so turned on talking to men who were interested in being with me. I played around with some men over the phone, and I got so turned on making men cum for me, hearing them moan as they blew their load. It got to a point where just dressing up wasn't enough. I began wearing makeup, and I got pretty good at applying it. Finally I decided that I needed to get out of the.