I'm gonna fuck you." I rose up on him, leaving only the very tip of his head inside of me and I squeezed it. I kissed his dickhead with the edges of m...y pussy. Several times. Then I dipped down, taking more of him. I developed a rhythm of small pussy kisses and deep, deep plunges. My baby was groaning out the whole time and he started slapping my ass on every down thrust. "Fuck, baby," I yelled. "Harder, baby, keep going, fuck." He smacked me and slapped me and I started screaming out. My god,. Amita looked down, then back up. “Tell me the truth, asshole,” she growled.On the other side of the room, Erica looked up from her phone and froze when she saw how big Amita’s belly was already. “Shit, Amita – there’s no way they’ll get here in time.”I pressed my point. “Do you have a better reason why you’re this far along just minutes after we had sex? I told you you were pregnant, and I wasn’t lying. You can see that. And now I’m telling you that after some initial discomfort, you’ll enjoy. Henry JamesWell, Dr. Hanson, as I've been telling Dr. Pollack all these weeks, and by the way please convey my condolences to him about his accident, there have been these really terrible side effects of the experimental medication. I mean, well, not really terrible compared to the disease itself, you understand, and I am *very* grateful it's in remission, but they are *terribly* uncomfortable and embarrassing. I'm wet all the time, and I basically have to shower every few minutes.It's all. While he was pounding her to another thundering orgasm, I got up to get something to drink. Travis said he was thirsty too and followed me. In the kitchen there was an awkward moment and then he said, “Can I ask you something?”“Sure.” I replied.“No offense, but why do you let your wife...well, you know.” He said.“Fuck other guys?” I said.“Yeah. I just don’t get it. If she was my wife, I’d keep her to myself.” He responded.“I do it because I love her so much.” I said.“Huh?”“OK, let’s put it this.