This is your baby I'm carrying; you have to believe that." No, I don't. If I'm going to support this child, then I'll make sure I'm the father first. ...hether we stay married or not, I'll take care of my child—if it's mine." John, please..." No more talk, Amy. Once the baby is born, my lawyer will make sure they do the test. You'll get a couple of hundred dollars a week from me for now. If you need a little more, let me know. My insurance is still in effect and will take care of the medical. Your face right against the door frame, watching me as I lay on the bed, my hands both manipulating my cock, starting out flaccid and pliant in my hands, but so clearly visible to you. It seemed so unimposing in that state, so soft and gentle, and you marvelled at how I stroked it with both hands, alternating, and gently massaged it, to bring it to life. You watched me, intent on not missing a stroke, as my cock slowly grew erect, as it extended in length and expanded in girth. You could. I climbed on bed and went over her and started giving her French kiss and pressing her boobs, she replied passionately and in the mean time she unbuttoned my knickers and took out my penis and started stroking it, her grip was increasing with each press of the boobs and passing second of the kiss, she broke the kiss pushed me down on bed and in a very sultry was she went near my penis and started licking it rolled her tongue over it and sucking my penis.I was looking at her pleasuring me when. ” “You're getting married to my sister,” I said. “So I'm going to have to say no.” “I'm going to fuck you,” he said. “Sooner or later.” His lips moved toward mine and I found myself puckering up to meet them. He tasted of whiskey and apples with an overlay of cinnamon. I think the cinnamon came from the gum he was chewing. I moved my face away from his. “Do you really want to do this to Denise?” I asked. “Yes I do,” he said. “And tomorrow night I'm going to, but tonight I want to do it to.