There was a sudden outburst from her mouth, a single word, ‘FUCK,’ forced from her lungs like a bullet from a gun. Her body looked like she was ri...ing a bucking bronco on the recliner. With her legs raised and clasped to her chest, my attention diverted to Rebecca.My cock was nearing the end of its journey but I needed to watch Rebecca come first. I wasn’t disappointed. Rebecca’s fingers pushed into her cunt effortlessly. The concentration on her face, turned to one side, was sublime. Her eyes. Could she really bear his child and not feel something special for him? And, horror of horrors, might she actually leave me, for the father of her baby? Surely, it could not happen, and yet... Autumn became winter and Clare, now six months gone, radiated serenity. A smile from her and I would feel at peace with the world. A frown, and my deep-seated concerns would resurface; my mood would become as black as the wintry weather. But winter passes too, and the first daffodils of the spring had. She had no shoes, and her hair looked like she had just gotten out of bed. I would not have given her a second look, except that her free hand kept sliding along her thigh. As I got closer, I noted that she would slip a finger up inside the leg of her shorts. It would disappear for a moment then reappear as her hand pushed back down her leg. As I drew closer, it was clear her breasts were unencumbered as her nipples tented the front of her t-shirt. Her eyes flicked up towards me as her finger. Afterwards, the big wigs switched to whisky, some stuck to wine, I stuck to beer. I wanted to be fit for action. I watched and danced with a few women. I lost sight of my target for the night, Abby. I had seen her at first, in her tartan mini skirt with long black boots covered in buckles, and a studded dog collar. I went upstairs, used the bathroom and then wandered down the long corridor, passed open bedroom doors until I found one shut. I opened it quietly and there, on the double bed, was.