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Reaping The Benefits of a Drinking s****r and Moth

Date: 12/8/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 95, Source: xHamster

sing-song, as she paced back and forth in front of him, with both hands clasped behind her back. "Guess what it is!" He shook his head. "Quit acting so weird!" he scolded. "I'm not a little k**! I'll be eleven next month! If you want to tell me something, just say it!" "I'll give you a hint." She giggled. "Do you know what Human Chorionic Gonadotropin means?" "Isn't that what made the zombies in the Resident Evil games?" "Not everything is a game, k**do." She grinned. "Okay, how about this? Do you know what the initials E.P.T. stand for?" "How should I know, Electro-pop Techno?" She giggled again, and reached into the cute little bag slung over her shoulder. "Oh, just look at this!" He took the object she offered. "This looks like" he froze. It was a home pregnancy test! He ripped off the protective goggles he was wearing and stared closely. "It, it has a p-plus sign." He stammered. "I know what that means!" Terri smiled. "It means my little b*****r is a man!" "You're, you're not mad at me?" "I was for a while." She said softly. "I guess you may have noticed that." He groaned. "I sure did!" She brightened. "Sorry k**do, don't worry. I'm not any more. I think it was just the stress of not knowing. Mom and I had a nice long talk about it after we, uh, I peed on the stick, and she agrees that I should keep the baby." "You peed on it?" he hastily handed it back. "Ew!" "Michael, you weren't afraid to put your mouth on my pussy, why are you afraid if a little piddle?" "That was ... different." He muttered. He snatched the test back. "Besides, who's afraid?" he made a big show of casually holding it, but made sure he held by the end with the display. "There's even better news, Mikey." "What's that?" he asked, cringing at the use of the dreaded nick name. "Since I'm already pregnant, how much more trouble can I get into?" "What do you mean?" She took a quick look up and down the street, and then slowly lifted the hem of her dress. "I mean, if I'm already pregnant, I can't get more pregnant. There's nothing to stop me from showing my k** b*****r how much I love him!" Mike stared. Terri wasn't wearing panties! "Oh wow! Lets go upstairs so I can get a quick shower first!" "Not a chance, k**do!" she dropped the dress and grabbed the garage door to pull it down. "We can't let mom know about it, okay? She thinks it was just a one time thing and specifically ordered me to leave you alone. You don't want me to leave you alone, do you?" He shook his head. "No, no I don't!" "Good!" she looked around, and dragged over an old plastic lawn chair. "Do you know what a quickie is?" He nodded, watching as she slipped off the dress and hung it on a nail in the wall, along with her bag. "I, I guess so!" "That's what you're getting now." She turned. "Unhook me." "I understand." He breathed as trembling fingers managed to release her from the lacy bra she wore. She shrugged it off and hung it with the rest of her things. "It's okay if we can only do quickies, honest!" "Don't be ...