You are not only fertile, you are pregnant!" Are you sure?" gasped Lynn."Absolutely, about four weeks by my reckoning."Lynn did a little mental arithm...etic. It was Peter's."Uh I'd like this kept private," she said."Want some time to break the news? Of course, all medical records are confidential."Lynn was both joyful and frightened as she waited for Denise in the waiting room. She now had the baby she wanted, Peter's baby. Deep within she wished it was Denise's. Peter could excite her like no. Disha mam, kept on adjusting her hot pants, as men do to adjust their cock. Then the talks drifted to whether I had any girlfriend or not, to which I replied no.The satin silk was so smooth that it kept constantly slipping from my thighs and the panties which I was wearing kept on getting exposed. Disha mam’s eyes kept going there quite a few times. And then it finally happened, the nighty again slipped, and as I was about to adjust it back, disha mam kept her warm hands on my thighs. I looked. I took them out and chuckled to myself. These must have been her ex's. They weren't any brand I recognised. He must have had to buy them online, or something.I pulled one out of the box and threw it to her. She jumped up immediately and started to unwrap it. I climbed onto the bed, and she tried to push it around my cock. She stretched it hard, trying to fit it around my girth. She just about managed, but it was incredibly tight and uncomfortable. She unrolled it just a few inches before it. Their first term went about how they expected. They were deliriously happy with each other and enjoyed the school and their home. Even though they bitched about the Teaching Assistants-many of whom were Asian, and didn't speak English well enough to teach in the language-they liked learning in the atmosphere of committed students desiring to learn.Their classes were tough and they thrived on the challenge.It seemed they'd just arrived there when they finished their first term finals, and it was.