He wiped my tears and kissed me. That kiss was of acknowledgement. He had realised the fact that I was pregnant. It was his child in my womb. I just...vaguely remember the sex we had after that. It was the most emotional sex we had ever had. It definitely had the colour of my milk. That night still feels like a fulfilled dream. So after seven months I gave birth to baby boy. we named him Max. We really had a good time. we both used to play with him. Ryan was a real rascal.. She got Paul's neck within range to kiss by pulling him to the side. After kissing him she whispered, "I just had the strangest conversation with Ann, I'll tell you about it later." Most of the awkwardness between Paul and Jane was gone. They were still being a little too nice to each other. Jane was trying to hide the disappointment that she wouldn't see Italy and Paul was trying not to feel too guilty, but they were trying. Jane would cry when he was gone, but at least she was with him now.. I was enjoying it. I again put lips on his and we kissed some more time. We were relaxed and fresh and also nobody to see us. He was pressing my bare hips also as i hadnt worn panty also. I opened his pyjama now and then put hand on his chaddi. I started feeling bulge in his undies. It was really started hardening by now. He started caressing my pussy area slowly and took my boob in his mouth again. I started caressing his legs, thighs making ateempt to excite him further but still slowly so. “Morning wood?” she asked, “Well, I know just what to do about that.” With that, she sat up, spread her legs over either side of mine, and gently guided my penis inside her vagina.“Uh, Vi are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, “What if Shweta finds out once she gets home from the hospital?” “I doubt she’ll ever find out,” she assured me.“But what if you get pregnant?”“I’m in my 40s now. My chances of conceiving are lower now than they were when I had Shweta. Besides, it’ll be quite a few.