Keeper

The idea that Ashley Jones is having an attack of insecurity is high on your list of realizations just now. You can see the intrepid bashful apprehension in her eyes, though she is trying to be brave and mask it. Seemingly she wants to avoid trying to guilt you into making this anything more than what you originally set out to do.

Sure knocking both Ashley and Faith Olsen up, is a fantasy of yours but the first half of that may now already be integrating into your material. You have led a pampered life growing up but you knew your father would be ashamed if he saw you abandoning your own child before they are even born.

“Yes,” Slowly you stretch and stand up before pulling your cloths back on.

While helping Ashley up and redressing herself you continue, “Go inside and make whatever excuse you want but get some of your clothes. You can move in with me.”

With a pitched rhythmic high soprano erupted from Ashley’s throat as she jumped onto you and kissed you. Her legs wrapped around your waist as she proceeded to start making out with you right there. You become dimly aware that someone is watching.

As Ashley calms down she whispers in your ear, “Just for that, maybe I’ll help spread Faith’s thighs for you.” With a warm smile she announces until she sees her mother watching the two of you at the door.

It is unmistakable what happened, as some of your combined coitus juices are dribbling down Ashley’s thigh and calf. Her panties were torn to shreds and unrecoverable.

The soft sounds of Ashley’s feet padding away into her family’s home are strangely disconcerting to your ears. She is surprisingly more mature than any other teenager you know of. Perhaps Faith is similar despite them both being freshmen cheerleaders at the local community college, ironically. That would be the perfect woman for you a young woman who could drive you insane with both her body and her mind separately.