It was what was under them, how big it felt against me.“Stairway to what?” rocking to increase the contact.“A song they did,” trying to hum a ...ew measures, but I’m not that musical.No way did I rock back, but maybe I adjusted my position a time or two.We rested for a few moments, neither of us initiating a pullback.“What if we just roll over and over?” I wondered.I wasn’t clear if we each kept earning two points over and over as we rolled to the edge of the rug, back to the other side, and then. As she gave us a mini bottle, I tried to start some conversation.“It isn’t that great, the flight wine. I had some really good ones in London”.“Yeah”, he shrugged his shoulders, as if to say what to do?“Is it your first time to India?”“No, I’ve been there once before. Was it your first time to London?”“Yes, I really liked it. I would love to visit again”“Nice”, and he went back to his headphones.This was not what I was hoping for. I looked down at me. I was wearing a red t-shirt and leggings. I. I know from the way you get excited.”“So you just told me you will be ovulating in two days and now you’re asking me to give you the OK to have sex with other men. You’re a sick fucker! Once you are pregnant carrying my child we may talk about it and if we do we will talk about how you can do it. Until then I don’t want anyone to put anything inside your pussy. Do you understand? This child will be mine. I have had the tests and there is no good reason that I can’t get you pregnant.”“My black. I hesitated at first but agreed. The rest of the week, I was very excited. I left Saturday morning and said I was going to meet some friends and met Daniel at the mall. He asked me if i wanted to go somewhere more private.We got in his car and I already knew he was headed for a motel. He once again complimented me saying that I was very pretty. I was wearing tight low jeans and tshirt with no bra, my nipple were easily seen through the shirt. Under those tight pants, NO PANTIES.On the drive, he.