“Glad we got things sorted in the end.” Ken nodded in acknowledgement. “Just one thing Ken,” he said. “I know that you and Sandra will sti...ll be... well... you know. But I would be grateful if you would start wearing condoms from now on. It’s only right that Sandra should be receiving seed from just one of us and that should be... well you know... “ Ken nodded. As he drove away that morning he glanced at Samuel’s car in the driveway parked behind Sandra’s. It was customary that he always. .and againemily):‎ "aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh yes dont stop aaaaahhhh fuck me harder oohhhh god deeeeppppeeerrrr" i scream feeling you jam into me each time i fall down the bulge in my tummy moving each time as i cream you again as you hit my gspot the team telling you not to cum yetsc):‎ you look at our audience smiling as I slam my cock into you again and again "that's it, little girl, beg for my cock, I love to hear you say that" I feel your hand stroking the bulge in your belly, it's like. I’m mostly quiet, but I have a knack for being charming. I’m new, exotic, the cute girl from a couple thousand miles away. I’m not vain enough to call myself cute, but a few people have told me.Leaving the friends I grew up with was hard, but getting a fresh start on how people see me is interesting. They all think I’m sweet, a nice girl. They have no idea what really goes on in my head.As the teacher drones on, Aaron across the room catches my eye, and when he does, he winks at me. I can’t. "We'll take it," Heather said before I could open my mouth to protest.The manager plucked the tags off everything and headed for the cash register, Heather bending her ear while waving me back toward the dressing room. Picking up my sneakers I reluctantly went retreated. I swore I heard the whole shop sigh in disappointment, which was ridiculous, of course.The dress came off easily. Greg would appreciate that! Not that it would be necessary, considering how accessible I'd be, given what I would.