For the first time I was aware of the grunts and moans coming from the two of us. Basic primal instincts seemed to be erupting within me as I drank in...the pleasure of the most masculine act I had ever experienced.He lowered his torso onto my back and wrapped his arms tightly around my chest. Then he began chewing on my neck and ear lobes, sending new jolts of a combined pain and pleasure through me. Speaking again, he said, “I’m going to blast you full of my cum.” I kind of grunted a response. "Seems he could have found something more informative to give you if you ask me. It should be clear to anyone that this was your problem too, and in a very big way." Absolutely!" Gail shouted. "Now he's just come off one of his down cycles and is suddenly happy and lovey again. I know he's back on his dressing kick. You should have seen him smile when I told him I was coming to your house today. You can just bet he's home right now all dressed up in something or other."Pam could see that. I get a voice memo and hour and a half voice memo. It's him fucking the soon to be mother of my child,'' he placed his head in his hands.Tears began to fill the back of my eyes. I looked at Nasir his face puzzled. ''Tony I'm so sorry but it's something I have to say.'' I reached for his hand, he pulled away.''This baby could be your brother's,'' he looked up at me. Hurt.I began telling him about our encounter at the back of his salon. Tears began falling down my eyes. Me sobbing in my hands, I. Don't thank me. I don't do it for gratitude. I don't do it for any kind of reward." Then why?" Because I can. It's as simple as that. I believe in doing what you can to help. I can, so I do. That's all. I don't want publicity. I certainly don't want fame. I learned very early on that the only thing I can get from doing this that is of any value to me at all is the knowledge that I did what I could. So save the thanks. I don't want to seem rude, but you don't need to thank me for doing what I.