Um… Robin?”“Nightwing,” Erik said, his mouth still pressed to the woman’s, his hand feeling her slender back through the thin shirt.“What�...�s Nightwing?” said Bobby.The woman broke the kiss finally, reluctantly Erik thought, and sat back on her haunches. Bobby was standing at the foot of the bed with a Crown Royal bag that sagged with hardware.“Did you find the Cartier watch?” said the woman.“I did,” said Bobby.“You should get at least six thousand for that,” she said.“Sorry,” said Erik.The woman. I was doing the cleaning in just a hipster pair of cotton trunks. The legs of the shorts only come down to my fanny and the waist is cut so low, you can see my pubes in front and plenty of my arse crack round back.He crept up behind me and gently grabbed my waist. I jumped, he laughed and squeezed me tight to his lovely abs and cock. He had stripped naked behind me before he came to grab me and I could feel his wonderful trunk of a cock pressing half way up my back.I leaned back into his. “I completely understand,” the short woman beamed. “It’s a big step! I’m more than happy to see you every week until the baby gets here. Before we start, do you have any questions?”“Just one,” the man said. “What sort of support do you offer?”“Having a baby can be very stressful,” the doula said, her rehearsed patter flowing off the tongue. “A lot of couples find the stress of having a baby causes them to fight a lot. If you like, I can act as a neutral party. During the birth, I’ll be on-hand. Thankfully, it hadn’t gone too far downhill, and neither had the ginger that I met. She wasn’t alone, mind you. There was some Indian fellow that I had never met before sitting there with her, but I wasn’t sure if they were dating or not. I was definitely curious about her and couldn’t help but check her out. She had auburn hair, freckles, and a plumb, buxom figure, with large breasts and buttocks.“Hey ... is she ... I mean ... I’m a bit rusty with this, being newly divorced, but are you dating.