‘We found him’n the back yard and we gave him a bath. Can we keep him mommy? Pleease.’ Three pairs of pleading brown eyes looked up at her. Jasm...ne noticed that the boys had used her clean white kitchen towels to dry the filthy animal. The entire situation was so sweet and hilarious that Jasmine burst into laughter. The two little boys looked at each other and smiled. ‘We named him buddy, can keep him?’ Nicholas asked eagerly. Jasmine quickly composed herself. She knew that she had to break her. I lay there, in bed, thinking about what I could say to Steven, and what his response would likely be. I was completely depressed at the prospect of dumping the only decent, funny, sexy-as-hell guy I'd met in years because of something that seemed so silly.Trying to talk myself into ignoring my fear, my mind scanned back through a variety of sexual memories, eventually settling on the night I learned exactly what the doctor meant by 'problems' with having sex...I was fourteen. Just four years. He was annoying but not as horrible as Vikram. Apparently, his connections got us this soundproof penthouse for the night.But when he targeted me, I lost it. As I was finishing my beer, the drunk idiot grabbed me from the back and poured his beer over my head. As the beer dripped off me, I decided to teach him a lesson. I grabbed his head and threw him over my shoulder onto the floor.Every eye was on us. I then stepped on his 5-inch hard cock over his speedo, giving him a view of my ass. He. Her mouth was on me when the dam broke. I had masturbated before, but the amount I felt leaving through my dick felt like pints, instead of the ounces it likely really was.When my contractions finally stopped ... I saw her face come up to me. She opened her mouth, and it looked like skim milk, but it was my cum. She closed her mouth, I heard a gulp, and she opened it again revealing the lack of evidence in the statutory crime we just committed.She stayed down there long enough to stick each of.