”“I have news for you, based on my last visit.”Dave looked at her as he finished up the diapering job and picked up the baby. He looked at her a...d said, “Again?” He grinned broadly.“Yep. I’m due in February or March. I have to decide whether to birth up here or in Sarasota. I guess there’d be more support down there, but my OB/GYN is up here. Maybe I’ll get a referral. I think I’d like Sarasota better.”“And I’m the daddy?”“Of course. In case you forgot how that happened, let me remind you it. I was the only white guy. A little odd but no big deal, to be honest I haven’t been around this many black people. I didn’t care but this was the first time I was the minority.One of the rooms was like a large strip club, with girls literally pole dancing. All blondes with amazing racks. We arrived and the DJ turned down music and the lights came up. ?Welcome back Stacie, how ya been babe.? The DJ asked.?Been doing alright.? She led me to the center stage, where we proceeded to climb up. Now. He looked as if he was about to say something but the words seemed to catch in his throat. We kissed, our mouths moving together, our tongues sliding over each other. My hand went straight to the flies of his trousers where I found a semi-hard bulge. I unzipped him, groped around in his pants and withdrew his cock. As I squeezed and pulled on it, I felt it grow and stiffen satisfyingly in my fist. Doug murmured,"Oh Jen, oh Jen..." I stood, and straddled him in his chair. With my free hand I. Heather sat upright and immediately started gyrating her hips back and forth.She could feel the cool air against her body, which was now thoroughly drenched in sweat. She reached down and rubbed her hands against his chest. He placed his own hands around her trim waist. Heather raised her arms above her head, rolling her hips, grinding her mound against his body—his cock buried deep inside her.While riding him, Heather’s mind had an opportunity to think. Holy shit, I can’t believe I’m doing.