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Her mind was blank and the room spun as Larry's warm seed made its home deep within her pussy. She couldn't catch her breath and she no longer cared if she got pregnant. She had never experienced such an intense orgasm. At this point, she had no cares.
Moments passed and finally, the pair re-gained their composure and Larry pulled his jeans up and went to the kitchen to retrieve his shirt.
"It was great, but I'm outta here," he said, tucking his shirt into his jeans and putting his dirty jacket back on.
"What? So that's it? You get your rocks off then just leave?" she said, slowly re-tying the belt on her robe.
"Yep," he said, lighting up another cigarette, "What did you expect? A relationship?"
And just like that, he was gone, but not before he threw her wallet on the couch, complete with everything he had stolen from her.
"By the way, I left you a 50 in there, you were great," he said, opening the front door and laughing.
"FUCK YOU!!!" she screamed, slamming the door shut.
Tammy fell to the floor, weeping hysterically, unable to understand, how just two hours ago, she had been watching T.V. now she was nothing more then a cheap whore.
And, true to his word, Larry did indeed get Tammy pregnant. Nine months later, she gave birth to a son she named Michael. She never spoke of Larry, nor did she offer any details to anyone, including her son, as to whom the father was. All she'd ever say is, "He was someone I knew for awhile."
Just goes to show you ........ Not only should you never accept rides from strangers, you should never give rides to strangers.
