I stopped for a second and took her hand and kept in on my cock. And again started the same exercise her palm rested on my dick without movement. Afte... a few minutes, she held my dick and started the up and down motion. Now Sana was fully onto the act.I had to go to the next level. I moved away from Sana and sat on my knees. She was alternately looking at me and my dick. I touched her pajama and slightly pulled, gesturing. She understood and removed her remaining attire. I got down and stood to. I didn't want to he so hung up on this guy. This was starting to control every aspect of my life. After being home about 5 minutes I got off the bed and i walked toward the bath room i needed a shower, i was wet and sweaty. Before i could get to the bathroom i heard a knock on my door. I opened the door and it was him. Standing there with no shirt his baby dread locks were dripping sweat just like the rest of his body, He said " yo can i use yo cell I'm about to go over on my minutes"? I said. .just a ride… just a ride…She told me where her apartment was, and I headed back through downtown toward the main campus. Her eyes were closed- she may have even drifted asleep- but her hand never left my thigh. With every flash of the passing streetlights, I stole glances at the beautiful legs in my passenger seat and conjured up memories of our encounter in the storage closet, of running my hands along her smooth thighs, pushing up the skirt of her little blue sundress. My cock was hard, but. "I've got a counter-proposal. After performing this bizarre-sounding act which you describe, you stay around. When the baby comes, you buy us food and stuff and help take care of it." Hmmmm. If I were to stay around, I fear that I would be strongly motivated to repeat that bizarre-sounding act on a regular basis. This would greatly increase the chance that your belly would start to swell. But I would need to be able to repeat the act." That could be acceptable. What about I let you do it at.