Beth turns a chair around sideways, lifts her skirt, pulls the crotch of her panties aside and straddles my head. For a few minutes, all that can be h...ard is slurping and happy groans from me and Beth. After a while, Beth says, well, now that we all understand each other, why don’t we go in on a bed, my legs are getting weak from trying to balance on this chair.”We went in my bedroom, and for a couple of minutes, the air was full of clothing being tossed in all directions. I had another. "My jaw dropped and I looked at her bronze belly. Our clothes were getting raggedy so we didn't wear them all the time."How do you know?" I asked."I don't. I mean, I'm not sure. But I've been throwing up every morning and it's been a while since I had a period." Oh." I said it softly, sort of to myself."I thought you'd be happy. Isn't it what you wanted?" I guess." What the hell does that mean?"I looked into Maria's eyes, and then reached for her. She swatted my arms away and crossed hers. I. ’ A few days later, George flew off to Brazil to take up a job as second unit director on Peter Branguin’s now largely forgotten melodrama ‘Jennifer, Jennifer’. ‘When I called him to tell him that I was pregnant, I think he initially had trouble remembering who I was. But he said that he’d come down and see me when he got back to England. True to his word, he came down to Rye about three weeks later and, in a funny sort of way, I think we were both surprised when he said that we should get. "I'm going to have to let him fuck me again tomorrow, you know that!" Claire said. “I can’t stop myself now!” "I know! I want to hear all about it!" I replied. “Tim?” Claire asked, her voice suddenly sober. “What?” I asked anxiously. "You have remembered I'm not on the pill, haven’t you?” “Of course I know. I had the snip and…” She stopped me short. “Well we didn’t use a condom and there’s a good chance I'm fertile this week.” I gulped. Suddenly reality hit me. Perhaps this wasn’t a.