With his tousled black hair and pale blue eyes, she had always had a mad crush on Tyler and was nervous about being alone with him. He followed her up...the stairs and down the hallway that led to her room. "Hey, did you go to that concert last week?" he asked her as they neared her room.As usual, every time she thought about that night, a delicious shiver ran through her. "Yeah, I did," she replied smiling."I thought I saw you there," he answered as they stepped over the threshold of her room,. She moaned exaggeratedly at my touch, but I was not trying to masturbate her, in fact even if I didn't have other ideas there would be no need, she was already wet enough and from what I could tell loose and wide enough to take me. All I wanted though was some of her juice on my fingers, which I now pulled out from their knuckle deep plunge. Dragging them over the skin below her front opening, I lay my wet forefinger on her puckered arse hole, pulling her cheeks apart with my free hand to get. But she knew deep down that it was Jamal's. He knew she was pregnant as well, but didn't care whose it was. He and his friends, and their friends, and acquaintances of those friends continued to fuck Laine throughout her pregnancy, and she happily spread her legs for anyone. She gave birth in her cage, and Jamal had already arranged for an adoptive couple to take the baby immediately after it was born. Laine wasn't glad to see the baby leave, but wasn't unhappy either... she knew she would be. "Sure, why not?" the other one said.Charlie slid an arm around Jack's shoulders. "Great to see you, Jack. You come here a lot? I don't get up this way too much."Charlie talked about the war, France, the others talking. Jack just sat and watched them. Pals they were. Just pals talking about the war, except maybe Charlie and Jack were the only ones who'd been in it over there. The others here but not over there. The crappy uniforms that were too hot in summer. The girls. Then it was the French.