Now that was a serious omission from the story and there were others. Kirsty had cut back on alcohol drastically and limited herself to two cups of co...fee a day. Those were major sacrifices and the mind battles not to yield had mostly ended positively. That’s why this article had attracted her – she’d been wracked trying to be good whereas this weak-minded cow of a subeditor probably had a glass in one hand and a fag in the other while being poked the very time she was impregnated and now was. .andthen slowly hadthem insert their pricks up each others' boyholes. It was almost sixo'clock in the evening before we had them properly fuckingeach other. Cliffdidn't know why he wasn't getting fucked...we tried all the other boys inevery possible combination. When I say tried...I mean hadthem fuck eachother. We still had not deflowered them. I love teachingyoung boys how tofuck, because you know they will be doing it often fromthis time on. Oncethey get into fucking games, its all they want. ”It became obvious that I was on speakerphone when I heard multiple voices holler congratulations. I told them all to go back to work and I would check in with them with my boy’s name later. I was going to wait a minute or two before calling Connie to hear what kind of weekend they had.I refilled my coffee mug, then went into the kitchen to see if there was any activity. Kumi came around the counter and gave me a very intense hug and kiss. She looked me in the eyes, and said, “I want to give. “Ahh! Good! You’re here!” exclaimed an exuberant female voice from seemingly everywhere at once.“Where am I?” You ask “Who are you?” You add, attempting to look around in the wide open nothingness.“Me? I’m not important” came the female voice as a girl materialised in front of you. She was a cream coloured girl wearing what looked like some sort of pink Perisan attire with two strips of pink cloth covering her chest, hooking around her neck and feeding back into themselves. A flowing pink skirt.