I was running a comedy club,not a classroom. I waited for the rest of the answerand she said, "I forgot to take my pills."Everyone gasped. Taking "the... pill" was like breathingfor girls her age (and much younger). The poor girlwas probably going through some emotional issues orwas just dim-witted.The other pregnant girl said, "My boyfriend and I wantto be parents."A very good reason, but she was only 18. "Do yourparents approve?" I asked."They didn't, Mrs. O'Malley, but they're OK with. In all of that however, Julie didn't lay a big sob story on us. Dee laid it out for me and Carol so when Julie got here there weren't a lot of embarrassing questions. None of it ever came up, and we just went on with life as though it wasn't there, which suited Julie just fine. It allowed her to enjoy her time here without worrying about other issues.She is a really wonderful person with an incredible head on her shoulders. We had some interesting conversations about a whole gamut of subjects. Sandy implored Camille to come to my house to meet her. Camille got caught in a downpour as she walked and was soaked to the skin when she reached my home only to find that Sandy wasn't there.Sandy had no plans to be at my home. She had just been playing with Camille - being a bitch.Camille's tongue tentatively explored my lips, pushing between them looking for my tongue to play with hers. I had a hand behind her neck pulling her face close to mine, with my other hand groping at her pointy tits. I knew then that we'd end up fucking and my cock was fully hard as I pictured stripping her down and making dirty, filthy love with her. I could feel her wetness through my sweatpants, no underwear as usual. "Now let's see how bad it is." Pulling up the front of her skirt a little to reveal the darkly stained crotch of her new cotton underpants, almost bright orange. "It's only natural, hell I even piss myself a little now and then" I lied. "And fuck Julie, she's a dried up old skank who wishes.