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White Van Man
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/f, Impregnation, First Time, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

Amy brought home a note from school, they were calling every parent into the school for a very important meeting the next afternoon, the school isn't in the village where we live but in one of the small local town, even though there wasn't a direct bus route, other than the school bus that takes the kids to school and brings them home again and I don't drive, I still went to the meeting. I had to catch two busses and it took me almost ninety minutes to get to the school I still went.

I sat in the main hall with twenty other mothers, the head mistress came in with a smartly dressed young man, there was a very disgusted look on her face, there were four hundred kids at the school and most lived in the town but only twenty of us took the trouble to go to an important meeting.

The headmistress introduced us to the young man as Detective Inspector Paul Maitland, he was at the school to talk to the children about the dangers of getting in a car with a stranger and he had to do that because, in just one month, they had received six complaints from children at that school who had been approached by a man driving a small white van who had tried to entice them into his vehicle, telling them that their mother had asked him to pick them up. They had a photo-fit picture that the police had made from descriptions given by older children. From the picture the man looked dark and swarthy, unshaven with messy, medium length hair.

It ran through my mind that he looked Middle Eastern. All of the kids had told the police that the van was small and white without any signs, pictures or writing on it but none of them knew what type of van it was. The main point of the meeting was to try and get as many local adults to keep their eyes open while around the school to try and collect the registration number of any small white van they see around the area. The police had already checked out the owners and drivers of all small white vans that were registered in the town to no avail.

The meeting had taken so long that the school buses had picked up the kids and were about to leave, that would mean that Amy would get home a full ninety minutes ahead of me and after what I had just heard that did worry me, for the first time. In the past if I had been a little late I had been sure that Amy would just go round the back where she would have known the backdoor was always left unlocked, she would have let herself in and just watched TV until I got home.

Although the man hadn't been seen anywhere but the town up to that point he had been unsuccessful on at least six occasions, no telling how many times he had tried that hadn't been reported and in my mind, a man who seemed so determined, wouldn't stop until he was successful and if he wasn't successful in the town he might just turn his attention to the villages. My only crumb of comfort was that a stranger hanging around in a village like mine would stand out, he'd be more noticed than in the town or a city.

I was about to set out to run to the bus stop to try and catch the first bus I could to start my journey home, one of the other mothers, Elle Walker, spotted me, Elle was a farmer's wife, her farm was a mile beyond my village, when she spotted me running for the bus she pulled up at my side and offered me a lift home, which I naturally, thankfully accepted.

We drove up to the main road and had to wait at traffic lights, the school bus that my daughter and Elle's son crossed our path as we were waiting to turn right. I spotted Elle's son sitting on the back seat, Elle didn't even seem to recognise that the school bus was crossing in front of us, she was gabbling on about nothing in particular, then I spotted Amy, she had walked down the bus to the back and just before the bus passed slowly out of sight, I saw my daughter kissing Elle's son, she was standing over him, she leaned over to him and kissed him full on the lips before dropping into the seat at his side.

The last vehicle to get through the traffic lights after the bus, before the lights changed, was a small white van, it looked like something out of a museum but looked in good condition. By the time we turned onto that street there were three cars between us and the white van and three between the white van and the bus. We drove slowly out of town, as we went along most of the cars between us and the bus filtered off into the side roads, leaving just the small white van between us and the school bus.

At the edge of town the bus had its first drop off, only children who live further than three miles away from school got to ride the bus, as the bus slowed down the van overtook it. Oncoming cars stopped Elle copying the driver of the white van, I relaxed a little that the small white van wasn't following the school bus out of town, as the bus started off, I noticed that there were two adults at the stop before the bus pulled up, even though five children got off the bus and only two of them had been met by parents I still relaxed.

I looked at Elle, she was still gabbling on and on about nothing, it didn't seem to matter to her that I wasn't listening to her or responding to what she was saying. We followed the bus and a quarter of a mile further down the road I spotted the white van parked on a farm track and as we passed the track, the van pulled out behind us. A little further down the road the bus turned to the left to go down into a village, I looked over my shoulder and saw the white van follow the bus.

I knew that there were three roads into the village; they all met in the centre, "Turn left at the next turning please." Elle looked a little surprised at my request but she did take the next left turn. We arrived in the village centre just as the bus was pulling away from the drop off point; I looked to the right and saw the van turning into a side road. We waited for the bus to pass the end of the road we were sitting on, I looked at the rear seat, Amy was now sitting across Elle's son's knee, her back to the other kids on the back seat, the two children were locked in a passionate kiss and at the last moment I noticed two things, the first was that Elle's son had his right hand inside my daughter's blouse and the other was that three boys were kneeling on the seat in front of Amy, looking over the headrest at what Amy and Elle's son were doing.

Once again, Elle seemed unaware that the bus was the school bus and that her son was kissing a girl on the back seat. I looked at the bus stop, three children and one adult waiting but unlike the town, the four of them and Elle and I were the only people around, I guessed that at my own village there was likely to be even less, Amy was the only student who went to the school in town and so I was the only parent who would have been around to meet the bus, and I wasn't always there to do that.

We followed the bus down the road and out onto the main road, the bus and Elle and I had to overtake the white van as it was parked outside the last house in the village. I looked back and once again, the small white van pulled out onto our tail after we passed it.

Elle overtook the bus on a slow uphill drag where they had provided an overtaking lane so people could pass slow vehicles on the hill. As we passed slowly I looked in at Amy and Elle's son again, his hand wasn't in her blouse anymore, her blouse was open from the waistband of her skirt to her neck, her school tie hanging open like a scarf draped around her neck, I could easily see that Amy hadn't worn either her bra or her vest under her school blouse but I wasn't so bothered about that as I was about where Elle's son's hand was at the moment we drove past the school bus. Because the rear offside seat was an emergency exit it had a much lower window than the other seats and I could see that the boy's hand was under Amy's skirt, up to the elbow and then one of the three boys watching over the back of the seat in front of Amy reached over the back of his seat and pulled the top of Amy's blouse open a little wider.

Amy was still busily engaged in kissing Elle's son and so seemed not to notice the boy's in front pulling at her clothes or Elle's son's hand up her skirt. The bus turned right into the next village and again, I asked Elle to turn right at the next road so that we could track the bus on a parallel route.

We turned right and into the village as the white van drove past us, the bus following on a moment or two after. Again, I spotted Amy and Elle's son, one of the boys in front of them was now actually fondling my daughter's right breast, her blouse almost off of her shoulder now. I really wanted to stop the bus and drag my daughter off of it but I have to say, she seemed totally relaxed about everything that was going on between her and the boys on the back of the bus.

Once again, I noticed two adults by the bus stop with five kids going in different directions. Back at the main road, Elle found great difficulty in getting across the wide road going up the hill with a mixture of slow trucks and much faster moving cars. This time I let her take me straight to my village, the bus was at the stop outside the pub, the van was parked behind the bus and I watched as Amy walked off the bus, her blouse now buttoned up and her tie knotted in its simple knot.

Elle swung into the car park so that she could drop me off and leave our village the same direction as we had arrived; I thanked her and ran to where Amy was almost at the side of the small white van. It had just started to rain, a short, sharp, summer shower had sprung up out of nowhere, Amy stayed under the bus shelter and the bus drove away, the small white van moved up and then the passenger side window opened and the driver slid along the front seat to the passenger side of the van. He called Amy over and she happily went to the side of the van, I was now at the rear of the shelter and had to go to the end furthest from where Amy was talking to the driver of the van.

I could clearly hear them talking to each other as I walked along the back wall of the shelter, Amy was asked if she would like a lift home to save her getting wet, she agreed and as the driver slid back to the right hand side of the van Amy opened the passenger door, "Were you sitting at the back of the bus with your boyfriend?" Amy nodded her head and was about to slide into the passenger seat. "Been his girlfriend long?" Amy shook her head, "No, only a few days." "So you guys haven't done much so far then?" it was at that point that I managed to grab a hold of Amy's arm just as she was pulling the door closed. I dragged her out of the van and shook her by her arm, "Weren't you listening earlier at school when they told you not to get into a car with a stranger?"

I had shaken Amy in more ways than one, if I were honest I had expected to hear the squeal of burning rubber as soon as I grabbed Amy's arm and dragged her from the van but the driver just sat there looking at me with a broad smile on his face. The sudden shower had taken me unprepared, I had no jacket, coat or cardigan on, just a thin white blouse and an even thinner white bra, both of which had decided to become totally transparent in the sudden downpour.

"He isn't a stranger, he's Antonio, he lives in the caravan at the side of the river and helps on Grandpa's farm sometimes." Antonio's smile broadened more, "Hi Mrs. Clark, how you doing?" I crouched down; I vaguely recognised him but couldn't remember seeing him in a van before. "I can give you both a lift home, save you getting any wetter if you like." There was a sudden crack of light to the south as lightening lit the air, I looked in that direction, the sky was black as night and heading in our direction fast, then the was the explosion of thunder and the rain stepped up in speed.

I couldn't see a problem if I was in the van with Amy and I was already soaked to the skin and didn't want to get any wetter. I thanked Antonio for his offer and it had been my intention to get in first, keeping Amy as far out of the way of Antonio as possible.

Amy dodged under my arm and was in the van before I could move, so I was by the door, Antonio pulled into the pub car park to turn round when the rain turned into a monsoon, even with the wipers on full, Antonio still couldn't see where the van was going, "We'll have to wait it out a few minutes, it's just a summer storm, it should pass over is soon." Antonio said.

The engine was turned off and it got darker and darker until it was like midnight, the windows of the van all steamed up because of the cold outside and my wet clothes slowly drying on my body as well as three people breathing inside. Amy picked her school bag up off the floor and put it on her knee, as she did so, I noticed her twist slightly so that her right knee was now closer to Antonio than it had been before, I noticed Antonio slip his hand under Amy's bag and onto her knee, as the wind and rain shook and battered down on the van, I saw as Antonio's hand slipped up Amy's leg, using her school bag for cover.

Antonio and Amy were making small talk as Antonio's hand got further and further along Amy's leg. I decided that I had to do something at least to put a halt to Antonio's wandering hand. "I think the rain has slowed a little, we can probably drive now." Amy started to tell Antonio where we lived but he stopped her, "I know very well where you live but first I need to drive past the river road with all this rain, I'm a little worried about my little caravan."

As it turned out, we couldn't drive on the river road as it was already flooded, we could see Antonio's caravan though, the swollen river was already up to its wheels and the water passing by the caravan's door was a torrent, there was no way he could have got to his van until the river went down.

Antonio drove right onto our drive so that Amy and I wouldn't get too wet on our way to the door, before I got out of the van; Amy asked me if Antonio could wait at our house until it stopped raining. I was about to say no when Antonio said, "No my little friend, that would be far too much of an imposition for just a ride home out of the rain, I'll go and sit in the pub until it stops raining."

Amy stopped me opening the van's door, "Mummy, tell him that he has to come and sit with us until the rain stops." "Antonio, you would be better off with a warm drink rather than beer in the pub all night, you can at least see the news on the TV here with us." Deep down inside I hoped that Antonio would say that he had somewhere to go in the warm and dry but he didn't.

I guessed that the reason Amy was so insistent on Antonio staying at our house was because her hormones were a little topsy-turvy, she had hit puberty running earlier in the year, her breasts started to inflate and she was so happy and becoming an adult and then when I got her a training bra she was mortified and then her first period hit and she withdrew slightly, she never actually wore her training bra, then, just a few weeks earlier when she wanted to wear a bra for school, the training bra was too small and I had to rush out and buy Amy her first real bra, it was only a thirty 'B' cup but she had changed again to being proud of herself for growing up so much ahead of the other girls in her year at school.

I left Amy in the van while I got drenched again trying to unlock the front door, then Amy and Antonio ran for the house once the front door was open. I busied myself in the kitchen making a pot of coffee for Antonio and I and a hot chocolate for Amy, as I worked Amy chatted incessantly to Antonio, and to my opinion, she was flirting a lot with him but Antonio was fixated on me, his eyes were locked on my breasts and never even blinked or that's how it seemed to me.

Eventually, before I actually poured the drinks out, I walked into the hallway to take a look in the mirror, that was the first time I saw just how transparent my blouse and thin summer bra got when wet, no wonder Antonio was staring at them, my breasts were totally on display to him, I was surprised that Amy hadn't mentioned anything to me about it though.

I ran up to my bedroom to get changed out of my wet clothes, I just grabbed a t-shirt and clean skirt without really looking, as soon as my foot hit the first tread of the stairs to go up to my bedroom, music started playing in the living room, so my mind was more on what was going on in there than what I was doing as I dressed. When I ran down the stairs I realised that the skirt was a little short and the t-shirt was a little low cut and really needed a bra under it.

I ran into the kitchen, quickly did the three drinks, popped the mugs on a tray and walked through the dining room and into the living room as calmly as I could. The main light was off, the only light in the room was coming from a reading lamp at the side of my favourite seat and that light had been attenuated by a red chiffon scarf placed on top of its shade. Amy and Antonio were dancing in the middle of the room, where the coffee table should have been. I hunted down the coffee table to place the tray down and as the track on the CD player changed and Amy walked past me, she pushed me towards Antonio before she picked up her hot chocolate.

Antonio grabbed me and started to dance with me while Amy sat watching us, drinking hot chocolate. About half way through the track the phone rang, I tried to pull away from Antonio to answer the phone but Antonio pulled me back against him with his hand clamped on my bottom, pulling my crotch hard against his, just to prove to me exactly how hard his cock was and just how much too short my skirt really was.

Amy answered the phone with, "No, she's busy at the moment," there was also a lot of 'uhuh' and 'yeses' coming from Amy before she said "goodbye". Then she returned to take another sip of her hot chocolate. I was trying to stop Antonio rubbing his cock against my crotch, pulling to get away from him, for many reasons, the main one was my daughter sitting just three feet away, watching every move that Antonio was making on me and another was that it had been so long since I had felt any man's cock that close to my cunt that I didn't know how long I could resist the sudden need or was it an urge?

Jason, Amy's father and I had been madly in love in the beginning, he hadn't made a move on me before our wedding day and from the wedding day for five months, he was all over me, and after that, after I had fallen pregnant with Amy he never touched me sexually again. I had thought of it as a typical man, playing with a new toy for six months and then, once the novelty wore off, the new toy ends up at the back of a draw, garage or shed, never to be used again. Well, that's what I kidded myself, I had noticed that Jason had been hanging out with his old friends from university, one in particular, Robert, who I found worryingly effeminate for a man that my husband spent so much of his free time with.

"I need to start cooking dinner; my husband will be home any minute." Amy put her cup down with a crash on the tray, "He's not coming, they've stopped the train from London because of flooding on the line, he's going to stop the night at Uncle Robert's apartment in London, so, Antonio can have dad's dinner now!"

I managed to get away from Antonio and started to cook dinner, I kept looking in on Amy and Antonio, one time as I cleared my throat in the dining room, I saw Amy's hand move rapidly to Antonio's hip, but I had seen where her hand had been, stuffed down the front of his jeans. "Amy, come in and give me a hand in the kitchen please, turn to music off for a while, put the TV on so Antonio can watch the news, see if they put up anything about the storm."

Once in the kitchen I was trying to work out what to say to my daughter or how to say it. We didn't really talk about important issues, just about school, friends, what we wanted to do at the weekend, that kind of thing but before I could work out how to breach the subject of sex and the way she was acting with Antonio could give him ideas that she might not realise when she casually said, "Why can't daddy be more like Antonio?" "What do you mean?" "I've never seen daddy grab your arse like Antonio did and I've never seen daddy rub his meat into your groin like Antonio just did either!" "Amy! Really, where did you hear such talk?" "Oh come on mum, why do you think my school has the second highest pregnancy rate amongst students in the country, all the girls at school talk about all day is sex."

I called Antonio to tell him that dinner was almost ready, expecting him to wash his hands but I heard the front door open instead of the bathroom door, then, two minutes later the front door closed again, Amy and I just looked at each other, the unasked question on both of our lips was, 'has he gone?' Antonio walked in the kitchen dripping wet, not just dripping wet, he was soaked to the skin but he had a smile on his face and a bottle of sparkling white wine in each hand.

I was a little shocked, I had thought the rain was slowing down, by right, it should have, it was after all only a summer storm, usually over in a flash but Antonio had only been to his van and back and he was soaked to the skin. Amy said, "He can't sit there dripping water all over the dining room carpet, can he mum?" I shook my head and Amy ran off up to the bathroom and brought a towel down and her father's dressing gown. Amy encouraged Antonio to get dried off and put on her father's towelling robe in the living room, I realised instantly that from her seat at the dining table, Amy had a good view over the whole of the living room and as Antonio stripped off totally naked to dry his body, Amy was watching every movement he made, I can't crow too much though, I caught his reflection in the trinket cabinet's glass doors and, well, all I can say is, his reflection looked very impressive.

Antonio returned to the dining room, he asked me where the glasses and the corkscrew were, Amy pointed out the draw with the corkscrew in it and the cupboard with the glasses. Antonio came in with three glasses, Amy looked from the three glasses to me and back, the look on her face screamed out, 'Mum, please don't show me up!' I had never actually had any alcohol in the house, not from any kind of religious or moral standpoint, I just wasn't a drinker as a rule but I had to say something, "I don't think Amy is old enough to drink." As soon as that statement popped out of my mouth I saw the ridiculousness of the situation, Amy had spent almost ninety minutes flirting with Antonio and I was sure that she had even had his cock in her hand when I walked in on her and I hadn't said anything about that.

"In most of Europe, children as young as five are encouraged to drink wine with their main meal of the day, usually watered down with a little lemonade or soda-water. We believe it gets the children use to alcohol so they don't go wild as soon as they can get their hands on it when a little older. Even here it isn't illegal for children to drink wine with a meal in a restaurant or at home, just not in a pub."

We didn't have either lemonade or soda-water so I made Antonio stop at half a glass for Amy, Antonio only had a half glass too, "I may have to drive someplace after dinner." Was his explanation, I was, however, given a full glass, "I know that to do justice to beef, the wine should really be red but my cousin, back home, only makes sparkling white wine in the Champagne style, these are two of his bottles that I brought back the last time I went home."

I sipped the wine, it was far stronger than any I had tasted before but it was also silky smooth and went down very well with my beef stew. Antonio kept topping my glass up throughout the meal and when we retired to the living room Amy put on another dance CD on the player, I sat and watched as Amy danced and flirted with Antonio, she danced for the whole of one CD and then put the next one in the player, one she knew was a particular favourite of mine, then Amy pulled me from my seat and almost threw me into Antonio's arms to dance with him, then, as Antonio and I danced, Amy went through into the kitchen, she turned out the kitchen light, the hallway light and finally the dining room light, now Antonio and I were dancing in just the faint red glow from the scarf covered reading lamp.

At the end of the first track, I went to pull away from Antonio and return to my almost empty wine glass and comfortable seat but Antonio had other ideas, he held onto me and once again he pulled me into his body only this time the front of his dressing gown was no longer held closed by the single belt around his waist.

Antonio ground his large, bare cock, against the front of my skirt covered, lower abdomen for a few seconds before pulling at the waistband of my skirt, he only had to raise it two inches before his bare cock was rubbing over the front of my panties.

I kept looking to where I expected Amy to be sitting to see if there was any way she could see what Antonio and I were doing now that the room was in almost total darkness, Antonio bent his knees and pushed his erection between my legs. As he simulated fucking me as we danced he began to pull my t-shirt up, before the end of the track he had my breasts in his hand but my t-shirt was still in place, even if it was all rolled up under my chin.

Amy stepped in and took over dancing with Antonio, as I stepped back towards my seat, I watched as Antonio wrapped his dressing gown around Amy's back, pulling her against his naked body. My glass was now full of wine; I took several deep gulps of the wine as I watched the single shadow drifting around the room.

Eventually Amy popped back into my field of vision, her t-shirt was missing, she was wearing her bra still though, Amy pulled me to my feet and once again I was propelled into Antonio's arms to dance with him. There was little formality, no beating about the bush, as soon as I hit Antonio's arms the front of my t-shirt was up under my chin again and he was fondling my breasts before bending forward and kissing and suckling at my breasts.

I tried to stop him but Antonio was insistent and he managed to get my t-shirt off over my head, then we danced again for a little longer while he pulled the front of my skirt up once again and allowed his cock to dance against my belly and lower down, much lower down.

We danced for two more tracks and then Amy butted in again and I searched for my t-shirt to put it back on but in the total darkness of the room I couldn't find it, I returned to my seat and glass, once again the glass was totally full, I had already drunk at least one bottle of wine and felt so thirsty from the sexual tension as well as the dancing, so I took several more gulps of wine.

Amy and Antonio danced for two more tracks and then she spun away from his arms and slumped down on the arm of my chair panting, she was now wearing just her bra and knickers, "Okay mum, your turn again." I tried to refuse, "I've had far too much to drink." Amy was pulling at one of my arms to try and get me to my feet but I was fighting her off. Antonio suddenly stepped into the dim red glow, he was no longer wearing the dressing gown, his hands slipped down between my hips and the arms of the chair, then he helped Amy to pull me to my feet, as I slipped out of the chair my skirt remained on the seat.

I felt very stupid and very embarrassed to be dancing around in my living room in just my panties with a totally naked man, then he began to push my panties down and before I could stop him, I was, just like him, totally naked and he had lifted me off of the floor and lowered me down onto his cock, as soon as I felt him slide up into my dripping wet fanny I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and I was helping him to fuck me as much as I possibly could.

As I rained kisses down on Antonio's lips I totally missed the faint red glow change to orange, then yellow and finally white as Amy uncovered the light and was now sitting with a front row seat as Antonio and I fucked standing up in the centre of the room. It had been so long since I had last been held in a man's arms, never mind have his fuck pole buried deep in my cunt that I was going a little crazy, eventually we fell to the floor and Antonio climbed on top of me to deliver the end game, the final blow as he deposited his seed deep in my body.

As I was gasping for breath on the floor I finally opened my eyes and saw Amy looking down at me with a smile on her face. I fought my way out from under Antonio and ran for my bedroom and locked my door. I heard Amy and Antonio walking up the stairs and then entering Amy's bedroom, I thought, 'At least Antonio has just had sex with me so he won't need to do it again for a while.' Even at the height of his passion for me, Jason never climaxed more than once a day.

I heard Amy's bedsprings groan, a loud noise, louder than I had ever heard it before, so in my mind, I saw Antonio falling onto Amy's bed with her in his arms. There was a loud single screech of springs and a muffled groan, then two screeches of bedsprings followed by gasping and then a string of screeches gradually increasing in speed and volume, I realised what was happening and rushed into Amy's bedroom just in time to hear Antonio running through his end game once again.

As I opened Amy's bedroom door, Antonio was still covering her body, Amy looked out at me from under his arm, "Oh mummy, that was fantastic, I'm a woman at last but I'm afraid we've made a bit of a mess of my bed." Antonio pushed himself off of Amy's bed, his cock, lower abdomen and belly were covered by Amy's virgin blood, Amy rolled over and beneath her bottom her bed sheet was bright red.

I was shocked at the quantity of blood, when I lost my cherry, Jason had a red cock but that was all. I looked at Antonio and said, "I think you'd better go!" "He can't go mummy, he has nowhere to go, he can sleep here with me." "No, I don't think so!" "Well then, let him sleep in with you!"

I almost pushed Antonio out of my daughter's bedroom; he stopped off in the bathroom to wash his cock and lower body before joining me in my bedroom, after just fifteen minutes he was on top of me again and humping me all over again. Even though he had fired off two loads of spunk already, he still managed to flood my basement out thoroughly.

Antonio had to go and find his caravan in the morning but not before he had climbed on top of me twice more. His caravan actually featured on the local news, they filmed it trapped by a bridge after floating down the river for a half a mile, at least Antonio had a new outlook for a while until the police finally got a court order to move him on.

I didn't say anything to Jason about the night of the storm, Amy and I had a hard job looking at each other for weeks, then, three weeks after the storm I realised that something was missing, a little blood that should have shown its head two weeks after my little alcohol fuelled indiscretion, I asked Amy if she had her period on time but as she was so new to periods, she didn't really have a fixed time, I kept a careful eye on both of us and seven weeks after the storm, neither Amy nor I had our monthly bleeds.

I brought two pregnancy test kits from the chemists and made Amy pee on hers a second before I peed on mine, both tests kits turned clear blue and I almost passed out, both me and my daughter were pregnant at the same time and by the same man, Amy, ever practical, said, "You'd better get dad to fuck you as soon as possible, perhaps he'll think it's his baby in you, but what am I going to tell him?"

I told Amy to say nothing to anyone until we had both seen the doctor, I decided not to try and play anything underhand with my husband, after the doctor confirmed that both I and Amy were pregnant, I went home and told him that I was pregnant by another man, Jason seemed more relieved than upset, he left and moved in with Robert in London, I hadn't bothered to tell him about Amy, I thought that one shock was enough for one time.

Amy's school was well geared up to handle young teen pregnancies, they had classes in every year for girls who were pregnant and they even had a crèche in school so the girls could get back into their studies as soon as possible. Jason was great about alimony, it turned out that he and Robert had been having a homosexual relationship since he stopped being interested in me. As Jason wanted as clean a break as possible to start up his new life as an openly gay man, Amy never had to explain that she was pregnant.

Antonio visited us about twice a month and as the damage was already done, I allowed him free reign to have sex with either Amy or myself but I had already told Amy that she was going on birth control implants as was I, as soon as we could after the babies were born.

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