But from then, she would not kiss me anymore. Who would like to make out with a toilette, she claimed. I was not to spill a single drop, not speak, an... unfortunately, eating was not really an option either. Not really being in a position I could disagree. She softly laughed. Her kisses, was still making it worth it. Soft, sensual, to wild and painful. Her laughter, when she noticed that I got excited. Claiming I was a naughty boy. Time was difficult to tell, as she was around me, and then away.. She had never had so much blood drawn nor had to pee in so many cups. Then she was poke and prodded to make sure that she and the baby were healthy. In the end she found out that she was about 15 weeks pregnant, so she had figured right. She conceived the day that Jason died. She did not think that anything could make her happier than she was at that moment, until the doctor said that they could listen to the baby’s heartbeat. She broke down crying happy tears when the fast paced little. I was there for their help and running up and down. One day I came to uncle’s home and found that Meera was alone wearing a T shirt and skirt, cooking food for hospital which I have to take it to hospital for uncle and aunt. There was ample time for it. So after her work she came to me and sat with me. I hold her hand and with her back towards me she sat between my legs and my hands enveloping her through her waist. It was pure love and placed a kiss on her shoulders and she liked it. My hands. At this point I could feel him grinding some, but I could not see what he was doing as he held my head down. At some point I realized he had gotten his shorts down around his knee’s and was rubbing dick on the crack of my ass through my shorts. I was getting hard now Ron released my head but continued to hold me down. As he grind into me with his dick he put his hand on the front of my shorts and started rubbing my little stiffy. With in minutes I could feel my self cumming, not really.