The only future I could see was the one I’d already lived. The look of horror on my boyfriend’s face when I told him I was pregnant. His futile at...empt to deny that it was possible. The look of disgust on my father’s face the last time he spoke to me. No, not the day he died—the day I told him I was pregnant. The minister’s lecture during my wedding on the evils of sex before marriage and how it tainted those who couldn’t wait. The high-fives Jesse got for nailing me. Lying alone in the. I lay in bed going over what had happened at the same time gently stroking my cock, 15 or 20 minutes later my shaft was hard and ready to shoot another sticky load, so l plucked up courage to go to my sister Tara’s room and get into her bed. She didn’t realise l was lying behind her even though l lifted her nightie and pressed my hard cock against her bum, Tara backed onto me causing my cock to slip between her bum cheeks my sister spun around letting out ‘what you doing’ l kissed one of her. ? "OK missy... joke over, where's Tom... TOM!"?"It's me, Paul, I'm Tom, get me out of here." "Don't play jokes lady, Toms, badly hurt, we need to see how he is...TOM!" "Honestly it's me, TOM, the process worked, you saved my life." Clive was slightly quicker on the up-take and he started to undo thestraps. Paul started to help him, but was muttering something about abig joke. Finally they freed me, and Clive helped me of the gurney, I felt his bigstrong arms around me as he helped me down. My. After a while, he stopped and turned me upwards again, saying,-okay, it is time for the last showdown. Come on!-He then laid on me, kissed my lips a few times and stood again and said,-this is the restroom attendant, or drop the soap position. You know we go through 8 positions this time, right?--yup--this is good for a quickie at a party. You know what that means.We need to go to the bathroom to test this. Come on-He took my hand and we went to the bathroom. There, he said,-now hold the sink.