I made by boobs a bit fuller and rounder, as my age came downtowards his. Perhaps around 20, I thought. Long blond hair followed,professionally made...up face, smart, but sexy business clothes.I could see his arousal growing, and I gradually pulled back hisinebriation. But I made sure to do it slowly. He hadn't noticed thechanges to my body, he thought this was the person he let into the car,but I wanted to make sure his confidence didn't suffer.He was charming. I mean, seriously. I knew it. "Sanne is trembling" answers Flora, who doesn't seem be shocked at all by her confession.Sanne suffers severe straps by her own black belt, by the hands of Flora, my 'second hand'.Sanne seems to not know her interesting inclination is a match for Flora's Domme dreams.Sanne suffers pain inflicted at both ass cheeks, which turn as red as her head is, in shame.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------FAST. " She replied, and I pushed the tip of my nose into her lips. The stubble of the between shave hairs scratched against my nose. With excitement, as my cock was ready to burst, I asked her "Can I lick it?" "Mmmm, yes." She answered. I took my tongue and slowly licked along her lips, working my way back and forth into the middle. In the middle, I slid the tip of my tongue inside her as she whimpered. Pussy juice flowed onto my tongue and down the back of my throat. I sucked on her labia,. The fact that I WAS pregnant now, more-or-less indicated outside involvement.I had sex with Jim Murphy in the same window that the baby was conceived in. So it would be reasonable to assume that the baby was his, not Tom’s. There might be a possibility that some aspect of our OWN physiology had changed since the time that we got the diagnosis. That change might allow us to conceive. But old Occam tells us that the simplest explanation is probably the right one. And my guess was that he was.