Then I had a thought and I got up and followed Gwen to our bedroom. She was cleaning out drawers and piling stuff on the bed."What are you doing?" Get...ing my stuff out so I can pack." Why? We need to talk about this Gwen." I did, but according to you I'm a liar." One question. How can you be sure that it isn't my kid?" Because I always wear my diaphragm when we make love. I still hadn't made up my mind as to whether or not I wanted to have children. I suppose that the baby could be yours. Meri khamoshi ka fayda uthakar usne apni gaand ki chidhi ko mere khade lund pe ragadna shuru kar diya. Mene aaw dekha na taw. Mene dheerese pant ki zip kholi aur apne machalte lund ko azad kar diya. Ab mere lund ka supada uski saaree ko chedkar uski gaand ke beecho beech jaakar tik gayaab mujhe pata chala ki usne saree ke neeche kuch bhi nahi pehna hai siwa ghagre ke. Mene apne dono haath uske kulhon par tika diye aur dheere2 usko upar se chodne laga. Usey bada maza aa raha tha.Ab wo bhi peeche. She studied and took copious notes while the rest of us whistled, cheered, and flirted with the flashier girls.Copulation, Ejaculation, Fertilization, Gametes, Intercourse, Penetration, Procreation, Spermatozoa, Zygote; the list went on. That chapter in the book was very explicit in scientific terms with full color images of sperm and egg reproduction. When we were done with the definitions Regal flipped the pages back to the picture that showed a cut away view of an erect penis inside a vagina. She would have to be very careful. This was not America. This was not a game. This was the real world, with real men. The surrounding crowd of African men did little to hide their admiration. Bantering, joking, laughing smiling eyes that fondled in much the same way that hand had stroked. Her "friend" nodded at her. "You'll be safe with me." His hand rested on her bare thigh. She nodded. Another drink appeared in front of her. "Do you like dancing?" she asked the Africans around her. They.