Also, if I kept the baby, they would buy whatever I needed for her (there was no question in my mind that it would be a girl). So I agreed to go up an... meet them.One of the things that made up my mind was that on the bus up I decided that I was going to keep my baby no matter what! So them buying me baby clothes and a crib and all the other stuff I would need was important. Also I shouldn't need to spend any money so I would be able to save most of it for a fresh start later.It turned out to be. She dropped to her face and turned her head to one side. Her hands reach back, one for her, one for me. Her left hand vibrates side to side in a horny blur on her clit, her right tugging and juggling me.Thats when it happens. I feel myself get rock solid inside her and she knows it. She tells me to switch and the transition was seamless. I back my thumb out, she's even tighter than she is in front. All of the sudden I'm watching myself, with her bent over in front of me. Her toes curl. What's a guy to do, I contemplated divorce a few times but I love the bitch so. What about drink, no it would be one more thing she would bitch about. So what do I do; I find solace in my work.At the moment I'm am studying fungi and mushrooms. Did you now that we still know very little about half of all fungi, even to the extent that we don't know if there're poisonous or not. My firm thinks there is a lot to learn from fungi, cures for a lot of things. Great things fungi, lots of nice chemical. "No, I don't need that." Yes you do, and we don't need anybody walking in on you with yourpants off and your bottom full of sudsy water, do we?" No," Francis shook his head, the long blonde hair hanging around hisears, another source of harassment that gave the other boys yet anotherthing to make fun of.The very first week of camp they started throwing curlers at him.Francis just thanked them, thinking that would make them stop. Itdidn't, and then one morning he woke up with his head full of.