’ He did. He wasn’t sure what he was most afraid of. Being the one, or not being him. One thing was certain, he wanted to be her love. He watched... a man in a pickup smoking a cigarette. ‘Tobacco alley’, that was what she said on the phone. For a moment, he wished he smoked. It might give him insight, or least something to occupy his hands while his mind raced. Honor and duty, he had been raised with that, it was ingrained in him. Do the right thing. All his life he had followed that creed, and. "Becky, what the hell are you doing? You're caressing my chest and stomach." You just answered your own question, now let me ask you this one, what if I helped you find some magic you have hidden within you somewhere? It could be hiding under your gallbladder, maybe by the kidneys, or maybe by your feet where it is inaccessible now. Is there anything I could do to make that magic reveal itself?" I wondered, letting my hands come down to his crotch."Whoa, Becky, I get that you want this house,". In a small dome shaped plastic container I found it... her diaphragm... She had a rubber cap with a half empty aerosol can of spermicide.How the hell do you insert that in a woman? There was no way I was going to attempt it so what now? Finding it meant she was still sexually 'viable' and pregnancy was a risk. Maybe she was due a period? I found her diary and there was an entry "period started" from 2 weeks ago. Shit! That means she was between periods... fertile as fuck... and I needed to shag. She felt so stretched and he thrust into her so deeply that she experienced feelings that she had never encountered before. Her contractions were so strong that they rippled through her whole body making her toes curl. Her brother kissed her passionately on her wet open mouth as she silently gasped in orgasm, all the time hearing him saying he loved her. She ran her hands down his back and wrapped her legs around his waist as he quickened his thrusting. Richard dropped his mouth to her swollen.