?Chapter Thirty OneWeek thirty eight and the morning sickness started. I was being woken bythe sound of Sam in the loo, throwing up.?Well the pregnanc...y is starting to feel real now. Why can?t I be one ofthose that doesn?t suffer morning sickness.?Over the last couple of weeks the two of us had read all aboutpregnancy. We were becoming experts on what was going to happen to Sam.One thing that was happening with a vengeance was Sam?s sex drive. Shehad become hungrier for sex and much more. God I wanted him to touch me; I needed him to touch me.I moaned like a wanton whore, sucking on his tongue as he found my clit. It had been so long since I had been touched, so long since I had been aroused, I simply ignored the depravity of my actions and responded. I opened my thighs wider to grant my stepson access to my sensitive and erect clitoris. I shuttered as he gently stimulated with his finger, rubbing small circles on my erect ‘nubbins’, much the way his father used to tease me. His. Maybe that’s enough for a long-term, stable relationship, but I don’t want that. I want to marry a person I love deeply.”“We talked about that a while ago,” Kara said thoughtfully. “Maybe I misjudged who belongs in what category. I think there are a few girls that you would die to protect. And not just die, but willingly and knowingly give your life for. There’s me, of course, and I’d also include Bethany, Joyce, Kathy, and Jennifer. I don’t know if Elyse fits into that category or not, but. ’ Kevin said dodging the bullfrog. He had his hands up in surrender, and I was going nowhere with the front yard pitching practice. ‘A hundred.’ Was I a business woman or what? ‘I’ve only got fifty.’ Kevin stepped forward. His eyes were dark and there was a little boyish grin curling up the sides of his face. My butt was getting cold and I had run out of reasons why I was still standing outside. I stomped up the steps and back to the land of sanity and clothes. Aware that Kevin had followed.