Fuck her and head to the motel

You and Loretta fuck each other hard. You thrust your hips up as she comes down, slamming your bodies together like cars in a demolition derby. She gasps and puffs as she breathes, and you grunt as you pound into her cunt. You pull her body closer to you, and suck hard on her tender nipples. This pulls a scream from her lungs and triggers her climax. Her pulsing pussy pulls your cum straight out of you, and you yell into the ceiling of the car as you pump your hot seed into Loretta's occupied womb. Your cock throbs as it spews your load into the mother of your child.

"Fuck me! Feed the baby! Let him taste your cum!" the farm girl shouts, her body quivering in ecstasy.

Your mutual orgasm seems to last for a hour, and then you slump into the car seat. Loretta breathes heavily as you continue to suckle her nipple. Once you both have recovered, she clambers back to the driver's seat and buttons her blouse. You zip up.

"That was worth the wait and the morning sickness," she says.

"You are worth prison," you reply. You both laugh.

Loretta drives as you two catch up on the last three months. You tell how being locked up in the county jail was. She tells about how she found out she was pregnant, and her plan to get you off the charges. You get her to tell you about Connie.

"Connie and I have been friends since kindergarten. We grew up together. Then when we hit puberty, we were interested in boys. Then we started messing with each other, just learning to kiss and stuff before dates. When we were fourteen, I dated Jimmy Black. Jimmy dumped me, because I wouldn't have sex with him. I was destroyed and went over to Connie's. She dried my tears and held me. Then she kissed me. Nine years of friendship turned to love and lust in an instant. I kissed her back, and we tore each other's clothes off. I sucked her breasts, using my fingers on her clit and inside her, everything. I think I came ten times or more, and Connie the same. Then we read about oral sex and sixty-nine. We've been doing that ever since."

"I'm really glad you were able to share that with her. It sounds like you have a very special relationship."

"She's so much more than my best friend," Loretta says wistfully.

You tell Loretta about your family, going to college, your dreams, and more. She tells you about her mom, who died when she was 12. She tells you funny stories about her cousins.

You arrive at the motel laughing.