He got up, and zipped the back of it up. Once it was zipped, it felt a little tight. So I had to suck in a little bit.“Tight, Roxanne?” Travis ask...d.“Well, I wasn't pregnant with you yet, so I was smaller,” I replied.“Really, you weren't pregnant until after you got married?” Travis wanted to know.“Some people actually do that. I loved your dad, and we did have sex before we got married. About three weeks into our marriage, I told him I wanted a kid, so he just knocked me up that night. " He was puzzled. "But what does that have to do with you lying to me?" "I wanted security," she said simply. "I always liked you, Jacob. Very much. I looked around, saw I didn't have many options, and came back to you. I thought if we got back together, perhaps things would work out and we'd get married." "Are you serious?" He let out a short laugh. "There's irony—you marrying me for money." Chelsea shrugged and drank more wine. Then she tilted her head and looked at him. "Would it be so. "Every other weekend one of the area bike clubs has a rally over at the campgrounds in IAR Beach," he told her. IAR Beach was what most people called Indigenous American Rock Beach. At one time it had been the village of Indian Rock Beach but several cycles of "correct thinking" and political correctness had taken care of that. "It's really just an excuse for a bunch of riders to get together and have a party but its fun and I think you'll enjoy it. That's one of the reasons I said that get-up. I found myself staring closely while walking closer and closer till his cock was in full display for my own eyes, I was looking without shame, although it was wrong and very bad of me, but I could not help it, especially after the rubbing he was doing to my pussy a few minutes ago, which turned me on.Unintentionally I found my hand slipping in between my legs, rubbing my super wet pussy, while my other hand was rubbing my tit, pinching my hard nipple, I guess I was trying to find an excuse for.