Usually I'm a decent student, though I'm no Natalie Weinberg. Not this day. I was in a complete fog.I had one constant mantra running through my head:...Love or sex. Love or sex. Love or sex. I couldn't get it out of my mind. Because there was no longer any doubt in my mind about one thing-I was falling in love with him as surely as he was with me. And him loving me was as good as it gets. He made me feel like a fucking princess.So, Maggie the Princess or Maggie the Fuck Bunny? Shit, some guys. “Okay?” I said.“No, it’s just that I’m pregnant,” she said. I looked up; I looked down, I looked to the right and to the left. Then, I stared at her, kinda.“Huh?” I said.“You’re going to be a daddy, again, I guess,” she said. “I just found out this morning.”“Damn! That is fantastic news!” I said. “Oh, and yes, we are going to lunch. Oh, and I will be paying. Jesus this is really good news.”“Well, I am so glad you have such a positive outlook,” she said.“Do we... ?” I started.“Not yet. Maybe in. I told my husband I was going to the bathroom and dropped the note next to my black man.I didnt have to wait long when he knocked on the door. I let him in and told him what I wanted. He told me he was with his wife and he didnt want to do anything to her. I told him I was with my husband as well, so he wouldnt be cheating alone. I dropped to my knees and unbucked his belt. I pulled out what was a big black cock, bigger than anything I had seen before. I then started to lick up and down his. We both enjoyed doing that together, and it was challenging for both of us for different reasons. He used hundreds of small motivators and inhibitors to direct the person’s mind little by little. It was like watching one of those Rube Goldberg machines where a ball hits a broom that slides into a chicken startling it where it released an egg that slides down a chute etc. They were so tiny that you couldn’t perceive them. The real trick was lining them up in such a way that they flowed.