It was a joy to sit and absorb the atmosphere and consider what people were thinking. I have never been one for loud music, or for base beats that se...em to vibrate through the soles of your feet, but there it seemed wholly appropriate and added to the excitement. I know from just simply ordering a drink that it would have made conversation impossible but somehow that didn't seem to matter; no-one was there for a chat.It wasn't long before intrigue got the better of me. I had seen people. At least they would have a roof to starve under."Look," she said resigned to a halfhour or more verbal fisticuffs with a bill collector who was after all just doing his job. "We don't have anything to give you. I'm sorry but there just isn't..." She stopped abruptly when she saw who was standing in the doorway. Actually she had no idea who the handsome young man was but she was fairly sure no bill collector would be calling carrying a very large box. A very heavy box also she surmised from his. Barbara bucked backward, away from the animal, squirming on the grass. She was being tortured with spasms too intense to stand. This was worse, far more powerful than the climax she had had with Pardner the first time. It had reached the intensity of her orgasm with Brad. But there the big stud had been around to hold her down, pin her to the straw with his hard, muscled body. Now there was nothing to hold her back, nothing but the whimpering dog still trying to get into her pussy."Pardner.... “Honey, I’d love to have your baby, but like I said, Frank would kill me!” she explains tenderly, planting a sweet, affectionate kiss on the stud’s cheek. “He’d just think it was his…” the stud replies with a shrug. “No, honey, he wouldn’t…” the blonde replies, now sitting up in bed to emphasize her point. “Not only does he have me on birth control, but he wears a condom every time we have sex…he definitely doesn’t want any more kids!” Donna explains. “So, if you got pregnant, it would.