We’re gonna make Tommie pee on a tester, and settle this right now.” “We can’t use beer. If he, I mean SHE, is pregnant, no alcohol for the ne...xt nine months. I’ll make some coffee.” “Whoa! Whoa! Hold on guys. First off, quit talking about me like I’m not here. Second, There aint no way this guy is having any baby. Not no way. Not no how. If that thing comes up positive, it’s abortion city. I think.... Or maybe not. It would be my, I mean OUR baby, wouldn’t it? And who’s gonna give an abortion. Her children were put in the local school.When I looked at Meena, I was stunned by her beauty, she was a village woman aged about 35, strong sturdy, tall, she wore the sari in traditional way like my mother, what was interesting was her shapely breasts, a swaying large hips flaring out and a moving shaking buttocks. She had luxurious hair which came well down her back, she was dark and dusky, large soulful eyes with a hint of sadness and a very soft voice. She came in front of me; I gave her. "I don't know about the price, but something sure is firm!"It was terrible of me, but I was desperate! Was this a way I could chip a bit off of his asking price? I slipped my right hand off of the wheel, and placed it gently on his left thigh. I ran my fingertips slowly upward until I encountered the hard flesh trapped beneath tight denim. "Oh my. Something surely is firm!" I turned to face him fully. "Did I make you get like that?" Hell yes, Janet!" He looked at me, unsure of what was going. I felt sick with passion, I could never remember having been so aroused. With his spare hand he tugged at my panties, and I lifted my backside to allow him to slip them down, then I kicked them off. We pressed our bodies against each other briefly, naked together for the first time. At that moment I felt not the slightest trace of guilt or shame. It all felt so natural, so right. Steve continued to fondle my breasts while I stroked his cock. It was just as long as my husband’s, but not quite as.