"I want you to spit on it!", Bruce told me.As I thought about doing that, I noticed that my mouth was indeed watering like I've never experienced befo...e, so coming up with a nice amount of spit to drip down the head of his cock, then rubbed it all over and made his black cock so nice and slick.Looking at his cock, I was looking at how large the head was. At this point in time, I had no idea what a cocksucker was, but I was about to get an initiation and my first lesson in sucking cock.So I felt. It was my first real compliment as a woman -- at least the first one I had gotten without having a cock inside me. We drove across the highway and got a room at a Motel 6. We went inside, turned off most of the lights and then he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I swooned. It was heaven, the first time I had actually kissed a man on the lips. I almost went limp. After we necked for awhile I had him lay down on the bed, while I stripped off my sweater and skirt. Once he saw me. Without hesitation, you devour my wet pussy. Licking. Sucking. Darting your tongue in and out. Driving me fucking wild. You look up at me with that mischievous grin and bite my clit. Gently. I scream out with pleasure. I run my fingers through your hair. Grinding your face into my wet pussy. You happily indulge. You tear yourself away from my pussy and make your way to my mouth. Deep, wet, hot kisses. I can taste my pussy on your lips. On your tongue. Mmmm... I feel your hard cock, grinding me,. To abort my baby now would be murder. Still cursing. Barton, strode out of the room.Strangely, after that, I thought he was accepting the idea. But his attitude changed, and he was less generous with any money he allowed me.Frequent visits to different clinics had kept me reassured about the condition of myself and the baby. Then came that fateful night. We were in a hotel near Wick, in the far north of Scotland. A fishing port, so I guessed Barton was probably collecting something. Our travels.