I personally guarantee you that you will carry all of the children that I can possibly give you. You were born to be a mother amongst other things.
Andrea SmithWhat's 'TTYL'?" Trey asked coming up to me.
"Talk to you later," I said.
"Well excuse me; what the fuck did I do to piss you off?"
"No Trey," I started laughing. My alcohol consumption was giving me a very nice buzz. "TTYL are the first letter initials for the phrase: Talk To You Later.
I rather like it when you take charge.”
“You do?”
“Of course; just as long as you only do it when I let you
I can't feel anything," she said, a look of disappointment crossing her features. She was now resting her hand on my belly waiting.
Just then I got another round of vibrations from my silver bullet compliments of Tristan. I squirmed around in my chair.
"Is it moving again? I can't feel it."
"Okay. I've got to get up and walk this off," I said, taking her hand and removing it from my belly. I got up and walked over to the chair she had just vacated, shooting Tristan a dirty look…
And for the record, Tristan, this baby is yours. I will have DNA testing done just as soon as possible-"
"Gina - that is not necessary, baby," he interrupted, trying to quiet me.
"Let me finish, Tristan. I will have DNA testing done so that there is never any doubt. And when those results come in, I will personally have the pleasure of shoving them up your ass, do you understand?
Tylar," I interrupted her as she was now going on about how she hated when Amber would pick Preston up and hold her. "Does Trey have any birthmarks on his ass?
Andrea SmithDid we make love today, Slate?”
“We fucked baby. That is what you and I do. We fuck. And today we did it damn well.
Umm,” he moaned, as he started his rhythmic movements underneath me; raising me up and down with his hands at the speed and tempo he wanted. I leaned forward a bit so that my breasts were brushing against his chest; my hands gripped his shoulders as the heat of our lovemaking increased. He raised me up and down; up and down; my hips gyrated in a circular motion making sure the head of his beautiful cock was hitting my magic spot over and over again. My whimpers of pleasure were getting louder; his breathing was coming faster…
Andrea SmithHe molded himself next to me in my bed; he was dressed in black like some ‘summer’ Ninja; black wife beater shirt; black jeans and ever so quiet and panther-like in his movements…
Andrea SmithI was contemplating dropping out [pole dancing lessons]; I could barely move a muscle. It had certainly burst my ‘I’m in great shape’ bubble.
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