I arrived at the very posh looking hotel and made my way past the many wedding guests in the foyer and walked up to the suited concierge who was told ...to send me up to the room. The sweat started to pop out on my upper lip as I smiled and walked towards the elevator and up to my first online date with a stranger from San Francisco. I wondered of he would like me in person while I tried to picture the man behind the sexy deep voice. The need for some skin to skin and sweaty action with a hard. Others that required her to spread her legs. All drove me mad. She knew what she was doing and what effect it would have on me.Mid-morning, mid-week and the gym wasn’t too busy. I knew most of the faces and was on chatting form with a few. Some knew that Sam and I were friends and flirted with one another, I don’t think any of them realised we were lovers. Sam was a master at playing it cool.After our sessions, we walked out together and got on our bikes. We cycled to my house where we would. I will talk with her before bedtime.In the mean time I swear I know I shouldn't react so strongly every time I get these Braxton Hicks contractions. They started toward the end of the second trimester. (God! I sound like my Ob/Gyn.) Anyway if these are practice contractions, I'm sure as hell all practiced up. Gel just smiles and reminds me I couldn't wait to get pregnant. Then, between fits of laughter, she tells me that God is just reminding me of the consequences of my desires. Time to pee. “Yes,” I replied, “but I try to keep it a secret.”Sam chuckled. “I know what you mean.”He looked at Danny and then back at me.“Do you mind?” he asked, without finishing his question.“No, go ahead,” I replied, stepping to the side to allow Danny and Sam out on to the dance floor.I looked at Heidi. “What about you?” I asked. She smiled as she stood and stepped between the tables. Heidi had on a white cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that barely contained her large breasts, probably 38DD I.