She looked down and shook her head. “Then we don’t really know if we have a problem at all, do we?” I continued, trying to sound more positive a...d reassuring. She shook her head again and reached for a tissue from the bedside table to dab at her tear-stained eyes and streaming nose. “It might just be a late period – you’re doing so much exercise now, after all. You might not actually be...pregnant by Steve.” A strange illicit thrill flashed through me as I said the words but I tried to ignore. Then I took a very deep breath as I tingled with excitement as my finger hovered over the virtual button that was asking RUN??? You bet, right now, this minute, I thought, and hit it fast.The setting threw me a bit at first - I was in a replica of his hospital room. I took a step forward and realised my clothing felt tight and restrictive, one glance down told me why - I was wearing a skin-tight PVC dress, it was white with a zip down the front that ran from the bottom of the skirt to the low. A failure at university where the party-life took precedence over studies, his father had called in some favours and got him an administrative post at Exeter College. Spotting her across the room, he hurriedly made his way through the guests to reach her.“Good evening Kathrine,” he grinned. Nobody called her Kathrine because most people knew that she hated it, but Spencer always insisted. He had been attracted to her for years. Specifically, he recalled a summer pool party when all the ladies. Your mouth devours me, like dessert that we forgot to eat at dinner. My hands grip your hair as your tongue flicks across my mound, tasting and licking up all of my juices. My body trembles as my own desire builds. Suddenly you stand, taking my hand and guiding it in undoing your jeans. I slowly tease the zipper down. You growl as I am taking too long, finish unzipping yourself and lowering your jeans to your ankles. Your hard cock springs into view as you force me to turn around. My hands.