. up and down. I sat looking at the screen almost too scared to look at my companion but a familiar welling in my balls made me turn my head. My new f...iend was busily working her hand up in an out of her pussy under her skirt, and when she saw me looking at her, she came closer and offered her mouth to kiss. As our tongues greedily wrapped round each other, our hands changed places. The feel of her hand on my dick was electric as it sent shudders from my balls to my brain, but fortunately for. My husband would keep reminding me that once we got there, I could decompress for an entire week, and that kept me going. However, once there, I really needed some "me" time, and quite skillfully organized the outings so that on our second day, my husband and the boys would go off on a snorkelling trip, aboard the resort's catamaran. Knowing that I had a fear of sailing, there was never any debate. Of course, there was a little reluctance in "leaving mom behind", but my husband knew how. And there are two reasons that I know she devised this little show to torture me. The first is that she can't get a tan; she never has been able to. In fact, she even told me once that she had completely given up on the idea of ever getting a tan. All she does is burn if she does not oil up before getting in the sun. And the second, you wont believe this part, it's impossible to get a tan in our covered patio!So, I hope you can understand, why what happened later that night was a welcome. As I pull it out, I realize it was a home pregnancy kit.“Look Jessie, you need to know.““I know. But I am afraid.”Just then, my mother walked into the kitchen. “Afraid of what?”“Nothing, Mom…”“Nothing? Nothing my ass. I know my daughter, and something isn’t…”She never finished her sentence. The home pregnancy kit in my hands told the rest of the story. It was obvious she wasn’t pleased.I looked at her sheepishly and said, “I think I’ll go to the bathroom now.”Five minutes later, I walked.