After a moment she raised her head and took a deep breath, I saw a glint of tears in her eyes. “Then in the sweetest voice he asked me what I was do...ng that night.” She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Such a simple line, but he spoke to me as if we were friends, as if he knew me, had known me for years.” She shook her head again, her long silky hair waving as if puffed by a gentle breeze.“I felt suddenly bold. I’d been so intimidated by this town, maybe I still am, but I said I’d no plans.. My breath dampens the whisper of hair covering her pussy and I slowly lick the space below. "There's something you should know," she says timidly, "I squirt." I'm more curious than shocked and look at the sheets. Even in the half-light, I can see several dark spots which could only have come from her. I've never experienced this before and so I push. I lift her upright and pull her legs apart so that she straddles my face and begin licking her clit. She whispers, "oh my God.." A few minutes. She was 20-years-old and 90 pounds (41kg) with a cute, cute face and dark brown hair. This model had probably drank enough cum to fill a thermos in her short career. And I can guarantee she has been the subject of a cum tribute thousands of times. Well, what's one more load for her? Better than paper towel. I ripped the page and laid it on the floor. Then, I got on my knees. Peeking back out the window, that lovely pair of pink sweatpants were still out there, stretched to the brink with the. We had sex..."I held my breath."...and now I'm pregnant."I let out my breath. Pregnant!Demie leaned forward. "So now that you know Tom is spoken for, what will you do about it, Erica?" Well, I could never have an abortion! I'll have it...maybe put it up for adoption...?" She looked at me.I just stood there. I didn't know what to say."Hmm..." Demie said, shuffling her butt closer to Erica. "You know, all this talk of impregnation is really turning my crank. How about you, Erica?" Demie..." I.