She went over to the table, took a deep breath, and sat down. Her stomach and head were both spinning; she excused herself, went to the bathroom, and ...hrew up. Now that was a sure sign she was pregnant.“Sorry Phred, I had to go to the bathroom, or throw up on the table.”“Uh-uh, I bet you’re pregnant!”“I’m not ready for this?” Phred smirked, leaned over towards her, and answered, “Ready for what? You know you love being my whore.”He then put his arm around her, lifted her chin toward him and. Apart from a urinal/coffee/gas/weather/urinal stop in Regina I spent the entire day barely one step ahead of the front. Regrettably the front did not stop for rest, and must have known that I could fly no farther that day than Minot, my airport of entry to the U.S.Notwithstanding - and perhaps precisely because of the autopilot on my Saratoga - I'd been close to being ravaged by the lusty arms of Morpheus when I touched down at Minot International Airport, so late in the day that US Customs had. It was a pink pussy.This was uncontrollable now. I knew I will fuck her tonight if again I sleep in the same room, so I went to other room that night. Moha called me 3 to 4 times for diapers and water etc. Moha said someone, sleep here in the same room. I was thinking why she did not scold me? Why she insists on me sleeping in the same room? I thought this is a good signal / green signal. I then slept on my short pants that day as I was used to it.My Dick was hard and poked out the clothes in. Not wanting to spoil the moment by saying anything I instead reached out to grab my drink from the table. My hand was trembling slightly. She had sensed my urgency and her hand had stilled on my cock, just squeezing it lightly and very gently easing my foreskin back so she could lightly rub my glans with one of those fantastically cool fingers.The gulp of beer I had swallowed and the brief respite she had given me enabled me to go off the boil. I hitched my hips forward a fraction pushing my.