I walked up to the table and looked down at the girl sitting next to me. “I assume there is a ram charging between your legs,” I said as I sat dow...n.The other side of the table began laughing as the girl turned a bright shade of red.“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said with a laugh, and then turned to face the other side of the table. “And I assume,” I said loudly and firmly, “that you are sitting on a patriot’s chinny chin chin.”Several of the girls turned red; others laughed; one stood up and. I think he sensed that I'd fight him if pushed too far, and he was a lover not a fighter, although he could hold his own in a scrap.I put up with it, and there was a part of me that welcomed the intimacy as I came off the rebound from Clint.But in other ways it served to drive home what I'd lost. Sex with Clint had been an expression of love. Sex with Sal was just part of my job, and I always felt used when it was over...I was approximately eight months along and starting to really be. You kept massaging and I felt my hips rise off the couch to offer you better access. You ran your fingers over my wet slit and it was as though a jolt of electricity went through my entire body, from my pussy outwards. You continued to massage my legs, brushing my warm, wet pussy each time your hands worked back that direction. My body had a mind of its own and I arched towards your hand every time you came close to my needy pussy. You brushed your fingers through my wetness and I saw stars,. I felt light headed as I put my keys in the front door of the apartment, but was feeling the most content I had felt in a long time, I would sort everything out Figaro. I left a voicemail on Lockie's phone telling him I was worried about him and that Curtis was going to take down the video from his sessions. Tommy had replied to me also, saying that he thought I was a really nice guy and would like to catch up soon. I smiled reading his message, he was a really nice, normal guy. I needed normal.