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The only thing I have insisted upon is that she use the pill. I'm not ready to forced sex lesbian video preview see her have a child yet. As if I could keep her from getting pregnant if she wanted to. I sometimes feel as if I have little choice, because all she'd have to do is skip a few pills, and there she'd be. She has refused to consider using prophalactics. It's amazing I didn't knock her up during that first few days of incredible lust. she whispers. Why not? I ask, You should you know. I know, but Katy said it was mostly her idea and if I tell, you'll get into a lot of trouble, Katy will get it trouble, and nobody will be happy. What else has Katy told you? She say's you make her feel really good. Suddenly she bursts into tears again. I look to Katy who just shrugs.
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