.. Him? Her? We wouldn't know, not until what ... sixteen weeks? I'd have to read up on that. I couldn't call our baby an "it". But he or she would be...a part of our lives very soon, and for the first time in a relationship, I had some outside force drawing us together.Well, technically, my parents and Dawn's had certainly been an outside force, but this was different. This wasn't something external to us, wasn't the same as family pressure coming from without. This was our baby, the product. The Queen’s lips were about his stiff now and she tasted him, his cream and her own juices. As heavenly as her tight cunt was, the feeling of her mouth, tongue, throat about his serpent was pure exhilaration; this was his greatest Nirvana.The Queen had more than half his inches in her mouth, and her slippery tongue looped about his shaft and brimming helmet. She grasped his buttocks tightly and took him deeper again, fighting against the urge to gag until the edges of his long dark pubes. Jackie grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling them as far apart as they would go which allowed me to get him even deeper. I was riding him about as fast as possible for a couple of minutes before he came off the bed jamming himself into me while yelling that he was cumming. That final thrust pushed me over the edge and I just shot all over the bed and then collapsed, panting like I had just run a marathon. While we were recovering I asked him, between pants, if he liked his wake up call. He started to. Now shut the fuck up. I’ll talk to Mel next week, let her know my issues and see where she’s really at with all of this. I went to get my new place sorted out. - - -My cell phone rang the next Friday evening. It was Melanie, of course.“Hey Jim! The Uber guy says we're just a few blocks away.”“I'll be right down then!”My new place was in a shabby part of town, the old meatpacking district, and I couldn't have Mel all by herself wandering around. I got downstairs just as an Escalade pulled up. I.