Ich fragte irgendwann nicht mehr weiter danach. Ein halbes Jahr verging. Ich war gl?cklich endlich eine Frau gefunden zuhaben, wo alles perfekt zu sei...n schien. Es war wieder mal ein Wochenende,wo ich bei Kristina in Berlin war. Wir waren essen beim Italiener undanschlie?end in einer kleinen Kneipe am Alexanderplatz. Aber heute war esirgendwie komisch, Kristina war etwas zur?ckhaltend und nerv?s. Wir sa?enbei Kerzenschein in einer Nische.Kristina sah wie immer umwerfend aus. Sie r?usperte sich. Sasha has forgotten how much she hates being here alone.She leaves the school behind her as she walks home. She only lives about fifteen minutes away on foot, so there isn’t really a need to drive unless it’s raining or snowing. The neighborhood is quite as many of the kids she usually sees playing in the streets or riding bikes are probably home, eating dinner. Speaking of dinner, Sasha is fairly certain that Jonathan either will have something spectacular made for her or he has planned to. Another length of that deep, rich red rope is wrapped around equally elegant ankles and slipped between the bed slats to ensure that she remains bent forward. Her sweet, taut ass is raised to the ceiling.Emily-Jane is slowly coming to a boil. Her well-defined muscles are quivering from the stress of her position. A thin sheen of perspiration coats her fine aristocratic flawless body which is beautifully proportioned and toned by countless hours in the gym and pool.Pale flawless skin, barring. She couldnt stand that long, she knew that already. The girls name is Julie, and yes, she was pregnant. It wasnt her fault, really. Sure, it was her fault for having sex. Yet had she not gotten drunk by accident when some jerk had spiked the punch at a party she thought was safe?Julie didnt remember anything from that night. All she knew is that she woke up naked, and alone, her pussy throbbing with pain and pleasure. Much later there was that the little pink smiley face on the pregnancy test.