I kept stealing glances at Belinda’s body as I wondered how long the silence would last. The awkwardness was setting in. None of us seemed capable...of addressing the elephant in the room, so we just laid there. Finally, Marcela sat up and looked over at us. “Okay, guys, can we just talk about the other night?” Belinda and I sat up to meet her gaze. “I just don’t want things to get weird between us, okay? I mean, sure it’s kinda weird and everything, but I totally had fun with you guys. After a few minutes of silence, my doctor looked back down at me from the screen. ‘You look to be about seven weeks in. I’m surprised you haven’t had any morning sickness!’ Biting my lip, I let the tear begin to roll down my face. ‘I’m sorry…I just don’t know what to say is all.’ Mistaking my tears of pain for tears of joy, she gave me a subtle smile. ‘Congratulations. I think you will make a great mother, if I may say so. Babies are such happy occasions.’ Realizing that she thought I was. His head moved on them and he started kissing them slow, licking around , I could feel his hands trembling , he was shivering too , though it was not cold . His hands went down to my belly then lower and lower , my legs were closed so parted them , then started moving his vibrating fingers over my belly then on my slit ,He touched the fully engrossed clit and rubbed it slow up and down then slid in a finger downwards ,it was his first touch there , I felt a shiver down my spine, he was. We had drinks and dinner courtesy of the father of the bride and then went up to our room for a relatively early night so we were fresh for the wedding the following day.In the room we found ourselves still alone and presumed our room mates had either cancelled or found another room so with nothing else to do we settled for a bit of slow lovemaking.Of course like in the English farces our room mate chose that time to arrive, not as we thought a couple but a single guy and a young one at that..