At eighteen, Connor seemed to be at loggerheads with me more often than not lately, but one area where we definitely saw eye to eye was our taste in women. I want you to knock me up! “But… I am still legal, I promise! I started thrusting, gently and slowly at first, working her up to it, gauging her reactions. she wanted to be my good little housewifey… Not as a ‘stop… “Then my answer is still no!” I repeated, smiling down at her as I started to press. I needed what she was offering! “Sucks for him, obviously, but I can’t say he didn’t bring it on himself. Then I reluctantly leaned back. you make good money at your job, don’t you?” she asked. Maybe she’d been closer than I’d realized, or maybe it was just that it was her first time ever feeling that hot, wet flood shooting into her, instead of just into a condom. Her eyes tracked my hand every step of the way. maybe not forgot…” she admitted sheepishly. “Not that he
