“I’m pregnant.” Chapter Eighteen I was going to have a stroke before I was 40, I swear to God. I’d like to say that I was calmly sitting behind Megan, stroking her back and reassuring her it would all be okay after she informed me of her pregnancy, but unfortunately, no such thing happened. Within microseconds I was up and pacing the cramped hallway in a frantic manner. “You don’t- how? Why? No way. This isn’t true, you’re lying.” I breathily spat out. This only made Megan’s sobbing harder, the first thing Brunette public that sobered me since she told me the Hardcore news. After looking her over I tried to understand that this was her suffering, not mine. As I tried to conduct a few deep breaths for myself, I tried to riding remind myself that this had nothing to do to me, and my role was to support her. My hand outstretched, aiming for her blowjob shoulder, I steeled myself to be her guardian in this crisis. Before that happened, I shot right up. What the fuck was I thinking? Of course this had to do with me. It was probably… I was most likely… Oh god… I was a… “Who’s the father?!” I demanded in a panicked voice, grabbing her head and yanking it up so her eyes could meet mine. She stared deeply into my eyes with a look that was a third incredulity, a third sadness, and a third anger. “I don’t know!!” she practically shrieked at me. ‘YOLO I think, and I grab stacey’s face and start to really kiss her. Back in Sri Lanka she had been the riding smartest student in her school, the one everyone looked up to with grudging respect. But I was hanging on for dear life with my heels and Pakpao’s heels were digging into my hips and, miraculously, I kept my calm and kept my perch despite having nothing good to grab with my hands. He repeated this three blowjob more public times, each time scooping as much sticky jizz from Dave's emissions and holding it for me to lick and suck from his fingers. The leech soon detaches after the woman has had sex – scientists don’t know why it doesn’t simply remain and re-inflate. It goes Hardcore great with your beautiful green eyes.” he told her. We became very comfortable with each other and started discussing engineering courses, prospects, companies and work culture etc. She took an interest in hearing me completely. Anyway, I went back over there the next day. The tables, the refrigerator, Brunette the TV, the lights, the couches...Antoine gaped at it all, as if he were at an exclusive museum exhibit. When she returns, Jennifer does the same thing with her coffee. Forget the pleasure of the raid. The guys were talking in the other room and Eloa and I were talking in the living room. Everyone agreed not to mention ‘that’ word when I was competing. I used to be shy, scared of approaching others, but making love with my parents, my sister, Tonya, and now Mrs. Alberts had changed me. Made me eager for more delights.