I wasn’t really sure what Megan thought she would get from us spending lunchtime together but it was as awkward as I expected it voyeur would be. Once we knew that everything was, cough cough, ‘sorted out,’ we made a pact to never bring it up again. And yet here we were. Barely making eye contact, let alone talking, eating our lunch practically in solitude despite being few feet away from each other. This hallways used to be occupied by May, but she was barely to be seen these days. Apart from her teachers, practically no one ever saw her. Not that I would ever ask the teachers or anything – I wanted to never see her again, and I wasn’t about to complain when I got just what I wanted. In one respect, at least. In another, I wish I could have just turned time back. I wish I had never asked Megan out to the dance. I wish I never got close to her. She could have grown up to be innocent and pure like she would have had I not intervened. I regretted a lot of things with Megan – our relationship, our sex… our fucking child. It was a nightmare that it happened and another that she got rid of it so readily, though I was never going to admit that to her. It’s not like I was ready to raise a child either. I just… I was so scared. I was asked for an answer and I legitimately had none. It was one of those situations where you weren’t mentally prepared to do anything but close your eyes and pretend it’s a bad dream. “Are you thinking about it?” Megan asked quietly. I could only nod in response, to which she sighed. “Me too.” “We said we wouldn’t talk about it though.” I pointed out. “Don’t we want it to just… go away?” “I don’t feel like it’s going to.” Megan replied sadly. I scoffed then shuffled over, putting my arm around her and squeezing supportively. We were somewhat more comfortable with silence at this point. It wasn’t really a big bad villain replacing what we wanted to say to each other now, it was more like a mutual understanding that we were exhausted. Everything we could have said to each other, we already knew and just made us spend our energy. It was like Salvador said, the silence was more beautiful than any of the ugly truths we had to regurgitate. But inevitably someone had to speak. “So how are you going forward?” I asked her. “Like, all things considered.” Megan looked down at the floor for a long time, processing her response before she began. “Sex is indian awful.” Simple and to the point I suppose. “I thought I was having fun with it, I thought that good things were coming from it. But I got lost along the way, you know? The first shot splayed across one of her cheeks and the opposite side’s forehead. Our accountant helped us set up the Medina Ranch as a subsidiary of the Hermosas Colinas Ranch. Chloe, on the other hand, shied away, as usual. “So when we, err, had sex. I blushed as I looked at the envelope in my hands. Nicole told me that herself! “Actually he is coming later so we can get on to Halo.” As we moved through the city the streets cleared of people once they saw us coming. “Sorry!” I said, “Yes, daddy thought that I might like it. She would attach that to the end wall of her room and impale herself on it– in either hole– almost nightly. Letting go of his arms, I leaned back, resting my palms on this feet, arching my back to make his organ notice my G spot. We turned around to look at the state of the room. Yeah, you have a job, but you have a chance to have a hell of a time up there. Demie knew about her...would the demon go after Carrie if so? What are the cows saying?” But he looked at the spaghetti sauce adorning Amanda’s right breast and tummy, and her thighs, and his cock elevated noticeably. She guessed six. I knew that rush of lust for a new beauty. So, my mind was working, too. He indian wanted Cathy to get use to discomfort and burning in her ass for the festivities tonight. As soon as she saw him, she leaned towards him, grabbed his cock and began sucking on it like a hungry teenage slut. She thought for a moment before replying. I had to get a feel for her body as well, and Rose didn't seem to have a problem with that. After about an hour or so I heard another man speaking English. “You're really going to do it. He raised his body up and moaned louder this time. We met the other girls in front of the club and went to the house. Dr. Ronda prescribed some antibiotics for the ladies, strong enough to attack voyeur the virus, but gentle enough to not hurt the babies. She shifted, her back muscles rippling. The worn leather slashed across her nipples, slapped into the fleshy mounds of her breasts and sliced into the soft curves of her belly, crotch and thighs while she threw her head back and howled at the vaulted ceiling. First she inspected her arm as well then she sniffed her. Like I said, for close to ten years I have been my Daddy’s bitch, something I dare not tell a sole nor want to ruin anything good in my other life. Then his tongue found my asshole and I leaked more precum. It was still slick with her juices and she gave it a few tugs as her son moaned. My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies.