I went to her, held her, and told her everything would be alright. She frantically babbled something about “my baby”. Nurses came to comfort her... and soon we were alone in the room with some sort of counselor. I logically discussed the matter with the counselor. I learned that there was next to zero probability that both Barbara and fetus would survive pregnancy. Each time there was any mention of “abortion” or “taking the fetus”, Barbara violently broke down. She begged me to just take. The feeling is immediate as your feel your pussy flood. I desperately seek out that hidden spot, the nirvana of a woman's sexual body. Now using just my middle finger, pushing it as deep as I can, curling it as if beckoning until I touch it, caress it and I cry out in utter pleasure. I wait until the feelings of my first orgasm subside and then continue. I imagine that you have to bite your lip, desperate not to scream out. You plant your feet on the bed and raise your bum, pushing against your. I thought I was I'm, but the she said while looking me in the eyes, " as handsome and charming as you are, and as much as I would love to have some sexual time with you its unfortunate that I have a boyfriend." I replied, " that is really said as you one of the sexiest blondes I've ever had in my hand and I'd really love to kiss and pleasure you." Sorry she replied and then gave me a soft peck on the lips before pushing herself away from me. A few moments later we were joined by Kyla and Steven. I took in mine and squeezed it gently but she was not so quick to release it as she led me into the living room. She was a strikingly attractive woman in her mid forties with the same strawberry blonde hair as her daughter which was tied back into a long pony tail that fell mid way down her back. Her skin was pale and generously freckled. She wore a skirt that revealed her long slender legs and a sleeveless shirt that was open far enough to off a substantial view of her large breasts and it.