I kissed him back, pushing my lips against his and rising my hands above the sheet to grasp round his neck. ‘I promised you a good time,’ he said ...heepishly, his hand running down my stomach, ‘If only I could repay you.’ he smiled from the side of his face, before kissing me again. His hand slid further down my stomach before his fingers peeled at my panties. Sliding under two fingers I gasped lightly at his soft touch against my soft skin. I instantly felt myself turned on, I could feel the. “Trying for a baby” has been awesome! It’s been serious, and playful, and romantic, and… Just… Mmmmm.I know you’re disappointed that it hasn’t happened yet. It will. I wish I could tell you my secret though. We don’t keep secrets but I have this one, this awful one: The truth is that I’ve only been pretending to share your frustration at not getting pregnant because telling you might make you think I don’t want to carry your baby. I couldn’t bear that. No, better to keep my own counsel. I. I’m not saying it, the way she was behaved and all the signals had proved it, that they indeed loved having sex.1 fine evening as I was sitting my veranda sipping on coffee and doing my usual stuff on my laptop, I get a message on my WhatsApp. As I checked, my heart skipped a bit, the text it was from my X-GF who had got married almost a year ago. As I read it “Hi Sid, How are you? No text no calls, where are you?” that text reminded me of my lovely days I had spent in with her. After seeing. Along with that she had honey blond hair and green-gray eyes, and full lips.When she met Dave at the door, she was wearing an emerald green sheath reaching to just above the knees and 4inch high heels and black stockings which showed off her legs.They drove to the ‘Orient,’ an Asian restaurant just on the outskirts of town, which happened to be one of Chris’ favorites, and she had often eaten here. It was renowned for the service and quality of food. They were seated in a booth overlooking the.