Whinesquealyip" repeated over and over. Even without half trying to, I had Polly on the verge of a major cum.I was still playing with her clit, decidi...g if I should use the BumbleBee on her, when she fell over the edge on her own.She arched her back and snapped her head off the ground like she had been yanked up by the hair. I pulled my face out from between her legs in case she tried to clamp my head in place. Nothing I did now would make a difference anyway. Polly was riding a rising climax. It was a different generation, years before Roe V Wade, a time when abortion was looked on as shameful and almost never discussed.I remember the day I found out. Like I said, I was eleven. A friend of mine (Chuck) had an older friend (Billy), one with whom I didn't hang out, sort of a friend-of-a-friend thing; and this older friend had a still older sister who had developed a serious infection after this 'abortion' thing she had, done by 'some guy.'I asked my Chuck to tell me what happened. I. "She looked at me in shock."I am quite certain I have never seen a genuine emotion from you. I don't think you would know what one was if it walked through that door and bit you on the ass right here and now. If I were you I would talk to the D.A. about a deal for testimony and a reduced sentence, maybe probation. They don't even need my testimony; they have it all on tape and video. I'd be talking to the D.A. about turning states evidence if I were you. If not you'll be going to Rockland. I was born and grew up in Sweden, in a small town called Sveg right in the middle of Sweden – and apart from very occasional visits to Stockholm I had not spent a lot of time in a big city. Now I was going to stay for a whole year in London. I was nineteen, quite small and slim for my age – blonde hair (but not blue eyes) and good looking (I think). I looked younger than nineteen and had to show my identity card frequently when I went to a bar where I wasn’t known.My personal life had been very.