Her hand found its way up under her tank top, pushing her small titties free of the fabric, and pinching her left nipple. She had to let out a moan as...she with closed eyes not only relived the minutes in the broom closet at school, but also brought the fantasy further, envisioning how Lionel would fuck her up against the wall. She knew her orgasm couldn't be far away, and she would probably reach it whenever she wanted if she kept this up, but there was still one thing she was going to do. Ectopic pregnancies are not uncommon in women, and nowadays are generally carried to term so long as the placenta is in a suitable part of the gut cavity. The best place is the omentum, the membrane that supports the stomach. The liver is a bad place, because the developing placenta can damage it. It is the developing egg that causes the development of the placenta, not the mother at all, and a fertilized egg will cause the development of a placenta wherever it is located. "For a man to be. You repeat and this time I just, let you. We develop a rhythm and hold to it. You grab my ass again and reposition our bodies. I feel your curve as you find and assail that special spot inside me. You take my face and turn it towards yours so that I can see that you know where you’re hitting me. You’re so smug and I love that. I wrap my arms around your neck and bite your shoulder. I don’t draw blood but God I want to! You rise up away from me and plummet back down, over and over. I’m almost. I’d been waiting to hear those words for a long time! ‘Me too.’ I sighed, leaning back in my chair. ‘What d’ya wanna do?’ He asked, tilting his head towards me, with a hint of a sparkle in his eye. ‘Don’t mind.’ I answer plainly. ‘Fancy a shag?’ He came out with suddenly. He half sounded as though he was joking, half sounded as though he wasn’t. This comment suddenly reminded me of how much of a dick he was. I wasn’t sure how to reply to this. ‘What?’ ‘Fancy a shag?’ He said in exactly.