‘Nope, it was 10, you’ve been leaking out of me all day.’ Now she got a little suspicious and asked, ‘You’re not afraid I’m pregnant, are ...you?’ ‘Well, the thought had crossed my mind,’ I said as subtly as I could manage. ‘Don’t worry about it. You’re not the first guy who’s cum inside me without a condom. I’m very good about taking the pill.’ She then offered to take a pregnancy test in a week or so just to make me comfortable. On Monday, February 17th, I brought a pregnancy test to her. Her quick reactions and look of anger in her face told the story. As she stood by the driver at the front of the bus she didn't need to look around to know her mystery man was right behind her. She could feel the palm of his hand gently, oh! so gently pressing against her buttock.As she stepped off and turned to walk her mind was racing. If I walk fast will he just go away? Shall I walk slowly and let him walk past? Either way, she knew that her legs were like jelly so there would be no. So instead I am at the airport Friday at 5:30, a time I always try to avoid, waiting in an enormous line for a taxi. I get home, tired after the long plane ride, make myself a sandwich, and relax in front of the computer. I check my e-mail, and I then I see if any of my favorite web sites have anything interesting on them since the last time I looked. I make my way to Fictionmania to see what there is in the way of new stories. There is a new one called "Cheerleader." It begins,. Many of the office girls wore open toe high heel shoes to work. Soft toes painted nails, firm calfs, all my cock needs. Much of my day would be spent watching there shoes dangle, revealing the soft wrinkle arch. A particularly hot one, Melissa, had the most gorgeous toes, always neatly painted and a little toe ring. She often caught me staring at her feet, i think she though it cute that i was the only guy who didnt stare at her firm perky tits everytime she was close.One fridat afternoon, i.