She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail, which she immediately loosened, allowing her hair to fall across her shoulders.“I made you a cake,”... Evelyn remarked as I followed her towards the kitchen. “I hope you like carrot cake.”I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She turned and smiled, her hands on her hips, looking back at me.“Why do I get the feeling,” she began, ‘that you’re not listening to me?”“Carrot cake,” I stammered. “I like carrot cake.”Evelyn took a step in my direction.“What else. "I feel terrible that Parameter is making you work on Thanksgiving. You won't be able to have a Thanksgiving dinner." Well Ms. Bristol, that's just how much you know. Anthony will have a Thanksgiving dinner in my refrigerator when we're finished tomorrow night. I'll leave him a key for the house so he can get in. All we'll have to do is heat it up and enjoy it."She laughed, "Anthony must think a lot of you to go that much out of his way for you." I don't think that it's too much to do since I'm. "Don't try to hold more than you can, girls. If you start to cramp, just start to run. The nozzle will pop out and we will have a full bag waiting for you when you get back." Gwen was biting her lip. Stella was crying, but both remained in position on their hands and knees. Gwen's bag was only about half empty when suddenly she bolted upright and started running. She almost made it to the bucket before water and shit began to spew from her. She squatted over the bucket and finished. ....I don't want to get you pregnant." I said looking at her sad soulful face. A tear began rolling down the side of her face. I just knelt there, in between her legs, my cock till in my hand, looking into her welled up eyes. It hit me like a lightning bolt, My heart now pounded for her. I was in love with f******n year old Brittany Adams. I shoved my cock back into her pussy. I held her real tight as I pumped my cock into her cum waiting pussy. Before long,I had shot my load deep inside her.