It’s the one-minute warning.I hurtle through the door to the ladies, and to my relief, it’s empty.I rush into the last stall, the one furthest fro... the door and hurriedly lift my skirt before dragging my wet cotton panties down my long stocking-clad legs.Traditional six-strap suspenders with metal clasps hold up my sheer black Wolford stockings.I must be down to seconds now but, careful not to let them touch the floor, I slip my black cotton panties over my heels and without pause wad them up. And without Linda’s desire and Deb’s drugging me and breaking down my resistance, I would never have been able to actually have sex with Ellie, or for her to have our child. So, why would I want Jen to have my baby?And how would her husband take this? I mean, would she show up, get knocked up, and go home to a guy and expect him to be a father to the child? I mean, I’m not at all sure I could, to be honest. To be a stepfather to an already existing child, sure. To fall in love with a pregnant. I answered after 2 rings but didn’t say anything.Nitya: Hey!Mahesh: Nitya?Nitya: Yes.Mahesh: I’ll come.Nitya: Ok!It was a 10-minute drive to their house. I checked the driveway. My girlfriend’s CRV was outside. Nitya usually parked in the garage. I didn’t know which car her husband drove. It could be any of the cars on the street or inside, in the other garage. I gave a missed call to Nitya.She opened the garage from inside. I bent under the half-open shutter, and she flipped the switch to. I could tell she was trying to contain herself. We both really enjoyed the physical feeling, but we both knew the emotional feelings were going through the roof, and up into space. I licked between her boobs, and tickled her a little bit."Is there anything you don't remember?" she wondered."No, I remember everything about the woman I love most," I confessed.I had her eating out of the palm of my hand, just like old times. I looked up towards her, and she was cheesing. I never lost my touch with.