1. The Shoplifter Chapter Four


    Date: 4/7/2017, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    period or when he gets you? Well does it matter? It’s got to be over ten weeks either way. When I arrived home, I sat in the drive. I knew no one was home. I was supposed to be gone as well. I just sat in my car trying to control outrageous confused erotic thoughts and desires which had taken control of me again. This whole thing had been so madding. This Bobby was the lowest form of life. To do this to me; to make me a whore, to exploit my condition for his profit while using up all my valuable time, was the lowest thing he could do. Yet he had lit indescribable fires in me. On the other hand it was Jamal who fucked me. He was the real culprit that got me. I should be so angry at him. Yet I was the shoplifter who started the whole thing. It all was my own damn fault. Rather than running, Jamal had become my worried partner trying to find a solution that would work. He had really stepped up. He had put together the best offers he could think of. Offers that required he take responsibility and share in this. But in doing this he had created another real complication. He had been honest with himself and with me. At his age, I was most likely carrying his only possibility for a child...half my white egg, half his very black sperm. The thought of this responsibility brought tears to my eyes. The next two hours I can never explain nor do I want to try. I moved through the house like a zombie. I was overcome by an outrageous strong force, like a moth to a flame. I needed Jamal, I ...
    needed his touch, I needed to know so much more about him, I needed some level of comfort, or predictability, which I did not have in the hollow scary world. Looking back I think all the stress and confusion had won. I had completely lost it. I went through my closet like a wild girl. White new panties, white little thin bra, the shortest white pleated skirt and a white short sleeved sweater top made up my outfit. Everything was so tight. I bulged out around the bra; and the skirt was held in place only with the little white belt. There was no way to button it. I spun in front of my full length mirror. Oh my; the very best of my pregnancy was on full display. I was hiding absolutely nothing. I threw the baggy dress in the hamper and went down to find lunch. Cheese, cracker and a coke made up my lunch. I felt so alone in all this. Jamal was my only port in this storm. I put Jamal’s address into my GPs and headed out. I just had to see how he lived. 1466 High Bluff Court was exactly sixteen miles and twenty minutes away. The only rational thought I had was at least by snooping I would be prepared to meet him for our conversation. But why had I dressed this way? Was it just a mental revolt against any possibility of having Jamal’s baby? Looking back, there really was nothing logical about what I was doing; I was simply overcome with sexual energy. This was a clear attempt to advertise my condition to whoever saw me. In part, I am sure it was created by being pregnant, but the ...
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