“And, Buster, if you think you’ve had some good loving so far, well, it’s going to be a whole lot better really soon. And, by the way, Diana tol... me that Mr. Wainwright has big plans for you.” With another quick kiss on the lips, “See you tomorrow night, Husband.”As she walked out the door, she said over her shoulder, “Think of me tonight, and don’t you dare ... Well, you know what I mean. Like Diana says, weddings make women horny – particularly their own wedding – so you’re going to have your. Our child. But Trish, I’ve grown tired of wilting in your mouth.” He said so as he withdrew his now limp dick from her lips, walking to the lounge in their room with unmasked displeasure on his face. Trisha stood and brought him a glass of whiskey, rubbing his shoulders, trying to ease him. He’d been taking her pregnancy hard, having a hard time not being fully satisfied, and he strove not to penetrate her, to risk their child. Johns mind wandered to a year ago. Trisha had lost their baby. "She took my hand and shook it firmly, her hand smooth, dry and slightly calloused. "Nita Tomlinson," she responded. "Sorry to delay you." No problem. I'm not on a schedule," I reassured her."It's just I used to have a three-fifty Bullet, years ago. How is it you've got a new registration?" Oscar's new," I said. "Just four weeks old. Well, four weeks since I took possession. These bikes are made in India. If you look closely, you can see the changes."She squatted down and peered into the works.. I walked slowly toward the door, and peered around the edge to see what was going on. Inside the room, there was no furniture but a leather lounge chair with a few pillows. Oh and there was also one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, clad in a dark lacy thong and bra. Her silky dark hair crashed over her perfect shoulders in waves. My words failed in any way to describe her tight voluptuous body that seemed to defy gravity. Her skin was a gorgeous bronze that seemed to have a red glow.