The rest of the day was a total loss as there was no way you could concentrate. Images and thoughts flooded your mind as you were recalling phone call...after phone call, email after email and messaging after messaging. Your heart was racing at times and admittedly your pussy was getting more and more wet.And as you pondered all this in your last class, you looked around at your fellow classmates. None of them knew or even likely had even a hint of a clue. When they looked at you they saw a. It was unanimous that we all shared Cathy’s first BBC “blackening” as the top event of the evening. I can't overstate the superb screwing we all witnessed. Watching them hooked up was like receiving a gift. They were that good. Then Noreen surprised us all when she said her being knocked up should rate pretty high too. Then she looks at Ken directly and said “I hollered No for a reason." I asked “Fertile week?” She said yes. “Protection?” I asked. She said all she had was the box of. The silence between them had grown thick in the last few minutes. Marko held a tight-lipped smile on his sharp olive-skinned face. He focused his smoky hazel eyes on Lena sitting on the floor across from him. She returned his gaze, but there was no smile on her lips; her long, smooth face was stoic; her small, tulip-shaped lips slightly pursed. Only her slender almond-brown eyes appeared to betray what she was thinking as they remained trained on the man seated across from her; the fine lines. With school back in session I knew I had to tell Trevon the news of my pregnancy. When he came by for a lunch time blow job I gave him the news. His response was cavalier and nonchalant. So what, I wasn’t the first girl he had gotten pregnant and I wouldn’t be the last. Besides, what did I want him to do about it? Get married? Forget it. Have an abortion? My choice. But what he did want was his lunch time blow job, which he made sure he got.The next day Trevon came in before class and gave me.