Her face was very attractive; I fell in love with her red coated lips. An old friend of mine stirred outwards as I compared mom and daughter. Just loo...king at Mrs. Raven, I could see how Tasha would be very popular with every male for miles, based on her full grown model.“No, she is good company. She told me you would be along shortly. How is the real-estate business?”“Actually, this month is hectic; my days and nights seem to be full. Sometimes I feel sorry for Tasha. She has to be on her own. When she was younger, she was known as Patty.But once she moved out of the third grade in an exclusive Boston private school,she made it clear that she was Pat and not Patty. Now she was twenty one anda Junior at a prestigious college in North Carolina. For the past three years,the only time she had heard her full first name was on the first day of eachsemester when an occasional professor would read roll call. She would alwayscorrect the offending teacher who would quickly scribble "Pat" next. At length my belly met hers, my hand was round her slender bum, my prick on the slit. I pushed, it did not enter as I expected, then I felt her cunt roughly, and made her cry out. "What a small cunt you have", I said, and with a violent lunge pushed up it. She gave a suppressed gasp. "Oh! you hurt, oho." I pushed home, fucked and finished triumphantly, for I had had her in spite of herself. We had spoken in whispers till she split, and then her cry was sharp, and loud. I drew my prick out and. (I did lie to him about that.) I was terrified of coming up pregnant, and he enjoyed that. He said he wanted to see me pregnant with his son. Although my life at work had turned into a perfect hell, I tried to carry out the rest of my life as normally as possible. I still went to church and to other functions. I took care of my k**s. I tried to take care of my husband, as best I could. I couldn't help thinking about it, though, and sometimes I would have what felt like panic attacks, where I.