Tom fucked her… and he fucked her good but whilst she wanted his child, could she have anything more than a physical relationship with him. And what... if she wasn’t pregnant this time? Would she repeat their nights of delicious procreation until she was? Would Tom voluntarily stop wanting to fuck her or blackmail her to force her to choose between him and Mark? The arguments and outcome revolved around and around in her head throughout the day. The choice between love and lust played out in her. Zyla let go of my hair as her huge cock flopped out off my fuckhole. "I want you to fuck me while standing up, while you fuck my aching fuckhole while my arms and legs are wrapped around you. I want you to hold me closely as if we were a couple," I said."That....sounds romantic, Ricky. Thats actually very surprising," Zyla said."Yeah, well...sometimes I like getting fucked passionately and romantically," I said."Okay, well...let's get you in my arms so I can fuck you while I standing," Zyla. He smiled and asked, “May I have my hand back?”Genevieve laughed and blushed. “I’m sorry. Please, come in. I’ve made some tea. If you can spare the time, perhaps we could sit and chat for a bit?”“Just for a moment,” he smiled.His smile warmed Genevieve. It also set off a tingling in her clit and made her extremely wet. They sat across from each other at the tea table and Genevieve poured the tea.“Do you write, Genevieve?” he asked the question in a matter of fact tone. As if it was a forgone. But then, that's what they are.So when I arrived, the first thing they did was take me into the nursery. There lay Mikki, the sweetest little creature in all the world, all dimples and puffy cheeks, sound asleep, working his teeny, delicate lips as if he was nursing, now and then jerking his little limbs as if dreaming, and as I watched, a miracle, a full-scale sneeze from someone much too tiny to accomplish anything so complicated. So very, very precious! I was absolutely smitten, and they had.