"But we shouldn't be doing this," she said, without much conviction."We're not doing anything wrong, Amy," I told her. "Just enjoy it."She seemed to a...cept my argument-at least for the time being. I put my mouth back on hers and we kissed some more, our tongues resuming their duel, our saliva flowing from one mouth to the other. I kissed my way down her chin and onto the front of her throat, trailing the back of my tongue downward, tasting the salty tang of her flesh and the faint remnants of. “Let’s talk about what we would do if we were gay.”“Okay, Chad, you go first,” I replied.A moment later: “I know you’re not gay, but If you were gay, would you want to have sex with me?” Chad asked.“I’m sure I would,” I answered, “You have a nice body and are very sexy. Would you want to have sex with me?”“Yes,” Chad said, “I bet you’d be a real stud, a real daddy.”“Okay, Chad,” I said, “I like this game, but this has to be our secret. You can’t tell your mom or dad. Don’t want anyone getting. Without thinking I drew back, defiant. "I'm not a slut if that's what you're thinking. No guy in this school has fucked me."He breathed in, "Is that so?" bringing his hand down from my face to brush past my breast. He must have felt my hard nipple against his fingers. "So you're looking for someone to show you a good time?" It was my turn to raise an eyebrow at him, which he answered, "Why don't you show me how you like to enjoy yourself and we'll take it from there?" He kissed me again, his. "But I will always be his rightful father," Omar said flatly."Yes, that's true, Omar. YOU will always be the baby's natural, biological father. I will help raise it, but you will be his one, true father." This is true," Omar said, and gave Mara's tummy another kiss, and then he stood up.Tomas felt that unmistakable feeling of butterflies in his stomach as he and Omar had spoken regarding who was, and most importantly, who was not, the father of Mara's baby! He'd felt the same sensations as Omar.