“Ungh!” she gasped, and a tear formed in each of her eyes.I held myself steady, knowing that I’d hurt her. This was not going to be a ‘30 to 4... minutes’, and might only be a single orgasm for her, as I didn’t want to do anything that might hurt her even more. One of the tears dripped from her eye and I bent down and caught it with my tongue before it ran onto the pillow. I kissed her other tear duct, sucking in the salty fluid.“You OK?” I asked softly.“It hurt so bad,” she whispered. “Just. ...just a****ls," he'd say like a mantra and tried to distract himself with the latest sports scores. I made the dreadful mistake of touching him in a sexual manner while the drum beats went on. I reached over and reached inside of his boxer shorts and found his penis. It was in a state of semi erection which he resent by his reaction of launching himself out of bed. A mment later I could hear the faint sounds of the television coming from the other room. More sad thoughts intruding on the. They collapsed into each other, out of breath. They stayed connected, sharing kisses and caressing each other even as he started to soften.Finally, she said: "You've knocked me up, bro. I just know it."He smiled. "To family." To family."TWENTY YEARS LATERKate watched the hands on the small old clock, counting down those last few minutes. She gripped it tight and held her breath in anticipation.Three … two … one.Happy birthday. Congratulations on eighteen great years.She sighed and put the clock. No one had ever deliberately chosen to sit with me at lunch before, but here were five of the nicest girls in the school publicly announcing that I had their approval. Man, this was the sort of thing that John Wayne would have made a movie about!I was on my best behavior, and, I will freely admit that Genie coached me a couple of times in how to handle a situation. I must say that I have never enjoyed a school lunch as much as I did that day. It was like the first ray of sunshine after a.