He gripped my head tightly, holding me inplace with his cock down my throat and his balls mashed against my chin.My need for air soon won out and I pu...hed away from him, reluctantlyremoving his cock from my airway. My eyes watered as I caught my breath.Martin pulled off his shirt, revealing his well-muscled physique. Icaught our reflection in the mirrored wall: Martin's ebony skinstanding out in stark contrast against my pale skin and the pinklingerie we were wearing. I couldn't resist more. That damn man has had my heart clenched in his big strong hands for six years now, and I really hoped he wouldn’t give it back. Looking back it seems so obvious that we were perfect for each other. I mean, he loves to eat and with my Italian heritage, I sure can cook! Sitting at his bedside now is draining, it takes a lot of energy to not cry. I pulled the privacy curtain and curled up beside him in his hospital bed, the only way I would sleep would be with my head on his chest and his. So I began to rub my clit up and down as he gazed in amazement. He moved my hand and replaced with his, then stuck his finger inside me to feel my wetness. I was soak soak soak. He started to fuck me with his fingers right there and it was so good. I started to moan and thrust my hips as he fucked me hard and deep.Then he shoved four fingers inside me as I slid down lower on the seat. I adjusted the seat so it can go back some so I can have more space. He was now lying in the chair and licking. I’m not a mom, but I can’t think of something more important than childbirth, and the idea of giving birth in a hospital just rubs me the wrong way.”“So long as Deborah rubs you the right way!” I grinned.“Why do you always use her formal name?”“Because that’s how she introduced herself, and she never told me to call her anything else.”“I go by ‘Deborah’ professionally,” Deborah said. “It just sounds better than ‘Deb’ or ‘Debbie’.”“What about Krissy?” I asked.She smiled, “In athletics, that.