As he lies there soaking, in the water, she brings a flute of champagne and hands it to him with a kiss! As she sits down, her robe falls open and he ...can see how neat and tidy she is waxed. She sees him looking at her and slowly starts to stroke herself, beginning at her breasts moving down towards her groin. She dips a finger in her champagne and teases one of her nipples with her wet finger, making it so hard it points out as far as it can! She moves the chair closer to the edge of the bath. That was all that we’d said, though – I didn’t know if she was on birth control, she left that purposefully ambiguous. We both agreed that breeding fantasies were very erotic, and while I didnt really think she was the type of woman who wouldn’t just keep that in the realm of fantasy…the possibility made it even more exciting. She had to know I was close, too, as I rammed her like an a****l, my cock swelling even harder inside her, thrusting up her wet cunt as hard and fast as I could. I was. ” “Then, it must be his,” I responded, repeating, “I pulled out.” And that was basically the end of it. Although I did hear (through the rumor-mill) that the girl had refused to name the baby’s father, and the suspicion was that the boy in question was so much younger than her, that she was simply too embarrassed to say who it was. But that same day, when I got home from school, my parents told me that they’d gotten a call from the first girl’s parents. She’d had the baby. A girl,. ." Tilly started again, her eyes still bulging with fear."Enough!" Rebecca shouted sternly cutting her daughter off. "Nobody wants to hear from you Matilda. Now be quiet. If you don't, I'll get medicine from the clinic and put you to sleep."That stopped Tilly. It didn't make her happy, her face showed that clearly to everyone, but she shut up."I think we should eat," I said, glancing about."I'm not hungry," Emma replied softly, 'and I think all of us would like to finish this conversation..