*Is that you?* I texted. xxx That was meant for someone else*
I could have figured that. Wanting to know who he was talking about surprised me, but I asked. I heard him go into his room as I thought. *Is that you?* I texted. I mean pregnant at that age, I was lost and scared.*
*I’m sorry it happened to you. With his departure, a smile broke across my face. When I pulled my hand away, the milky film on my fingers was thick and pungent. Collapsing next to my son, feelings of awe and love began washing over me. Then I felt a warmness leaking through the crevice of my ass from where he had blown his load. How was the store?*
*Good.
