"Brian. I'm gonna ask you something. You promise to tell me the God's honest truth?" Yeah, sure!" Do you think I'm a slut?" No!" So how you think I go... pregnant?"He sputtered for a moment. "I don't know! You just ... he ... I mean, obviously you had sex but that doesn't mean you're, y'know ... Look, shit happens, right?"And this qualifies as shit."Would you go out with a girl you knew had a kid?" I asked him."You can't use me." He said."Why not?" I'm the one who tried to kiss you.. "What would you like for dinner?" I asked, as we got dressed."Can we go out to eat?" she asked."OK, but where?" How about a seafood place? The doctor said fish was good for me." OK, put some nice clothes on and we'll go out to dinner."She came downstairs a little later, a vision of loveliness. Her hair was done up. She had on a peach colored blouse and light gray skirt with loafers. She had applied a little eye shadow, some powder and lipstick. It made her look at least five years older. Of. He kept playing with my clit, but removed his other hand from my breast and put that arm around my back to squeeze my exposed ass. I panted heavily and arched my back in preparation for the oncoming climax, but as I did so, Tim put one of his fingers in my ass- strengthening the orgasm. I shuddered, and felt my pussy pulsating, coming, but I wanted more. “Tim, ohh,” I tried to talk to him, my body quivering and trembling with weakness. “Ohh, do whatever you’re doing again and again until you. There was a double booking or something at the club where we were supposed to play. So we’ve been muscled out of the way for a House DJ with a Latino name and we’ve got a last minute booking at a club in Upper Manhattan…’ ‘At least it’s in proper New York,’ said Bertha. ‘Not one of the other boroughs.’ ‘Well, it’ll still be a shithole of a dive. And I don’t see how we’re gonna get even a dozen people through the door with the amount of time left to promote it. Anyhow, we’ll have the chance to.