I feel what I think ismy cervix pulsing, as if drawing as much semen into me as possible. Ohgod, I'm going to get pregnant.It's only 2 months later an... I know I've been knocked up. It's not hard-my breasts have inflated almost overnight. I'm now wearing a double Dcup bra, something distressing for a former-male. My areolas havedarkened and widened and they are so sensitive. There is the slightestcurve to my stomach as well. I regularly rub ointment into it so I don'tget stretch marks.Fast. He yanked his pants down to his ankles. It was a frenzy on the sofa with shoes on and attire asunder. Spent, it was too late. We’d skipped the condom.Driving home near dawn, re-dressed in work togs, a sober wife, I realized my stupidity.Edward took responsibility. He assured me he would take care of it, if necessary. I knew what that meant but was afraid to confirm it. After three days he gave me a pregnancy test and assured me all was okay. It was not all okay with me. It was me who could be. Saint James moved in right next to my face which was right on the edge of the table. He cradled my head between his hands so I couldn't move my face in either direction and pushed against my lips with his rock-hard cock. I had always enjoyed sucking before but this was a bit different because it was more like a face fucking than a suck that I pretty much had complete control over. He gave to my mouth and throat hard and I was glad his dick wasn't longer or I would have been in big time. The movement was turning her on and she was lightly moaning as they kissed. I was starting to be turned on as well, but didn’t make any effort to adjust myself, I just had another swig of my beer. His hand was soon making its way up her inner thigh, under her dress. She spread her legs as much as she was able. Soon he stopped kissing her and his hand stopped. He gave her a look. I’m guessing no underwear tonight. She removed his hand and she stood up. She unbuttoned his shirt the remainder of.