I'm pregnant."Talk about being shocked! My mind whirled trying to cope with this outlandish idea. Hadn't she said... ? Was is possible? Was it my chil...?"I told you, you were only my third man, Rudy," she said calmly as if she had read my thoughts.I took a deep breath to calm down. I looked into her eyes. There was fear in them and a silent plea."So, what can we do?" I asked.She pressed my hand, exhaling deeply. "I ... I don't know yet," she answered. "There are a few options. One, I can have. Agian after a moment iam finding a chance for pressing once agian….This time again my siter younger son thowrn ball at me…immediatly my siter told her son to run to her….Again i went to her to beat him….This time without waiting a single moment i hold her left boob storngly…and pressing again and again….she intentionely holding her son …after a moment i hold rightside boob and pressing harldy..she is slowly closing her eyes….and enjoying my Press….Slowmly i moved down my hand her cetralpart…she. I slid two fingers in and could feel how wet she was. I said damn that monkey got you as turned on as me. she didn't say a thing, but I kept fingering her to an orgasm and she calmed down and we drove out of the parking lot. as we got on the highway a young k** was hitching a ride. he looked like a hippy from the way he was dressed. I couldn't tell how old he was but I stopped and he asked how far we were going. i told him we were headed north for 40 miles and he said OK. he umped in and my. ’‘Money’s cold comfort on a long winter’s night –’specially ’round these parts,’ Johnson stated.‘I’ve plenty of one-night stands to keep my bones warmthrough the winter months,’ Chesty responded. ‘So don’tthink for a damn minute that you can bring me back in linewith that handsome pussy-prod of yours, cunt-puncher,’she sneered, her spongy, soap-lathered boobs undulatingas she slid upright in the bath, her glittering eyes locked onJohnson’s twitching trenching tool.‘Well, ma’am, we’ll just have.