Thanks again," I said, giving her hand a brief squeeze before turning to head to my class."Hello, Mrs. Harmon," I said as she opened the door that eve...ning."Hi, John. Won't you come in?" Mrs. Harmon seemed surprisingly cordial. "Melissa's not quite ready. Where are you two headed tonight?" Well, I had Tracey fix me a picnic dinner for two. I have a nice spot picked out. Missy and I still have a whole bunch of talking to do." I imagine you do, John," Mrs. Harmon replied. She started to leave the. "I mean, THAT isn't going tolose us any fans, is it?" I grimace as I realise what Kayla's implying,though I know she doesn't mean any malice by it- and I am forced toconcede that she has a point. Even if we have been together in secretfor over a year."...Yeah," I whisper."In happier news, though," CJ says, "will everyone at least be watchingthe Strictly Christmas Special on the big day?" Ugh, assuming I can get over the withdrawal symptoms by then!" Kaylagiggles as I sit back with a forced. Momentarily, I was confused. How could this happen? Oh my God! I looked at Bryan's naked, unprotected cock in absolute horror. The rubber had broken! The condom had ruptured during our love making! Shit, shit, shit. The latex sheathe was a mere ring around the base of Bryan's cock. Bryan had pumped my fertile womb full of his sperm. Damn, damn, damn. My womb was brimming full of potent semen! I literally screeched, "Bryan, the rubber broke!"Bryan's face suddenly turned white. There was genuine. "Thanks. For what?" The way you've kept at it. It's not just that you look good. But youkeep going. You eat right. You get up every day and work out." Thanks. It makes me feel good. And I like looking good. I'm proud ofyou too."She tickled my palm with her finger. "It's a lot easier for me," shesaid."Tell me about it," I sighed. "But you look really good too." And shedid. You took better care of me than I did. She drank more water.Shaved every day and dressed better. Left to my own.