I tugged impatiently on his shirt and tie, and removed it, allowing myself to explore the ridges of his hard muscles while he unbuckled his pants and ...eleased his cock. It stood arrogantly at attention.It had been such a long time for me. He was perfect. I took his hard, thick length in my hand, pumping it experimentally, relishing the feeling of his firm, silky, intensely rich organ against my skin. I loved the way his skin looked against mine; I liked how my paleness was illuminated by his. I didn't know quitewhat was coming over me, but I was at a loss for words, all I could dowas smile, back up at him and then slide my hand into his boxers.He drew in a sharp breath as I ran my fingers over his hardness. I'dcome to enjoy the look on a man's face when I did this, using mydelicate hands to stroke them. I knew men liked to pretend to be strong,but this cut right through all that, right to the core of their being.His boxers slid to the floor, and there was nothing else left to. I’m terribly happy we’re pregnant.”“Oh, Ramsey, what are we going to do? They’ll have you tied up like Jack and Sheila will be collecting from you.”“You are the only one who is going to collect anything from me. In fact, maybe I should make another deposit right now.”“Oh, Rams, I love you.”“I love you, Elizabeth.”“Excuse us,” Doc Simpson said. “We should run a couple of tests.”“I already peed on the stick,” Elizabeth said dreamily.“I meant on Ramsey. I take it you gave him the invigorator I. Normally Dave could take it when Debbie was giving other men attention. I’d seen her do similar stuff before, and it never seemed a problem for Dave.Dave suggested that it might be a good idea to try and leave soon before the final prize giving since we had a long drive back and he was tired. We all obediently drank up and prepared to leave. Returning to the car, I got into the rear seat and found Debbie getting in next to me. She said that she thought it best if she left some space between.