She was on the bed, tears streaming down her face. Looking at him with fear in her eyes. She threw the bedside lamp at him as she screamed, “Get out... Get the fuck out!”He glanced at the dent in the wall and the shattered lamp on the floor. Slamming the door closed to quelch his anger before turning back to her.Her eye was still bruised and there was now a cast on her arm from the fight a week earlier. He looked at her belly and the bump growing there. It was the reason for his anger, their. .....They get to his roomHe grabs his walletAnd closes the doorWhat are you doing she saysI think we both know what he saysNo I mean the bar, we’re going to get your wallet and go back remember she saysNoHe saysWhatever you’re thinking is going to happen, it’s not going to yes your s exy and you know my husbands away therefore I’m extremely frustrated but but butHe takes his top off and his entire body is glistening, his 6 pack is hard, his chest is huge, his bicep arms massive, thick arms and. There were two obviously pregnant girls in the room and another girl around 22 years of age who looked like she definitely did not want to get pregnant. Victoria fell in the latter category, too. She was 23 years old, had a hectic lifestyle as an up-and-coming photographer, and fucked around way too much to take a chance on not taking her birth control. She had long brown hair that fell to her waist and hazel eyes. She was short. Only 5’ 4” tall. Her body was curvy, but excellently toned from. I lift gently through the silky white sheets. Until I find bare skin. Her smooth legs are right in front of me. Tone and thin, a hint of a tan, but still pretty fair-skinned. She lays on her back, her legs comfortably spread a foot or two apart. Oh god she’s only wearing panties. The same style as the ones in the laundry room, only a pale lavender color. Low cut, a standard comfy style, elastic strap at the top. I can tell how thick her hips are. She hides it well at work, always in a.