It had been about 2 months since I had had sex, having recently broken up with my ex. And I was pregnant. About 25 weeks along I was. Of course, I sti...ll wasn’t very big, I was one of those lucky girls that could hide their pregnancy til the very end. I suppose I better tell you what I look like. Tall, about 180cm, long ash blonde hair, dark green eyes, skinny, I think I was about 72kg at that time, and I was pale too, I didn’t much like the sun, and early 20s.I got my phone out to check. Not to mention that we ended up fucking like a****ls those two nights.We both took off Friday afternoon to get her ready for her meeting. I picked her outfit which consisted of, a tight denim mini-skirt, white tube top, and flip flops. A very sexy beach type outfit that always turned me on. She put on a little lipstick, just enough make-up, not too much, didn't want to be appear to be a total whore and when she came out of the bathroom, I thought I was going to cream my pants. My wife looked. Then, Sagar complained me that in spite of being a dancer why was I not able to develop the required chemistry, before I could speak anything he continued that the last song will explore every chemical required for best chemistry. There was something magnetic Aroma inside him which was attracting me in spite of knowing his true intentions but I convinced myself of not getting carried away and focus just on dancing.Soon, the cousins came back and Sagar immediately declared that both of us have. He had taken both her wrists in one of his big hands and stretched her arms over her head, holding her in his gaze as he raised his free hand to take hold of her chin and run his thumb across her lips. He had caressed and fondled her through her clothing, taking possession of her, until Chelsea had felt that if he let go of her wrists she would simply collapse.But he had let go, and she had continued to stand there, not even lowering her arms, pinned there by his gaze. Until he told her to.