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"No, no it's okay, I mean… yes, yes I'll do it," I regretted every word of what I just said. Even though I had a plan formulating, I was still agreeing to this thing! "Oh… you mean… really? You, you'll do it?" Sally's face suddenly regained all of its beauty and her face lit up, she turned to Steve, whose face was fucking priceless! He tried to look happy but I could see deep down he'd just shat his stomach into his boots. "Yeah, I mean it," I smiled and Sally rushed at me and kissed my lips and cheek and hugged me ever-so-tightly. I know it might not be appropriate but my pussy froze and burned at the same time when her lips touched mine. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Sally excitedly repeated. The rest of that night was spent telling me about how great I was and how I could change my mind and so on until about an hour later when Steve announced they should leave and let me ‘absorb' everything and that they'd chat to me again tomorrow. Now, after they left I spent around forty-five minutes panicking, then I got back to plan to make. I decided that tomorrow when they called around for their inevitable ‘just making sure' phone call I'd say something along the lines of… I'm sorry but I talked to someone from work and if I agree to be a surrogate, I'd lose my job because technically I'm choosing to be pregnant rather than work. I have no idea if a rule like that exists. It had seemed pretty clever when I'd thought of it earlier but now it seemed weak, so I resumed panicking. As it turned out; there was no need to panic because things changed dramatically the following day when rather than a phone call I got a visit. From the small picture above the speaker, I saw that Sally was here, alone. It was about two in the afternoon and I was still in my bedtime t-shirt and the few seconds it took her to reach my door didn't afford me enough time to change, instead, I quickly doused myself in something sweet smelling and met her at the door. The second I opened the door and saw her standing there in her big coat, ratty skirt, creased top and most of all her red puffed up eyes, indian I knew exactly what had happened before she said a word. "It's over," Sally blurted out. No sooner had she said it, she was in my arms and her cold body was pressed against mine. "Oh, Sally, I'm so sorry," I lied, sorry but I was so relieved I could've screamed with joy. "Come in, honey, come and sit down and let me make you a drink." I led her over to the sofa and took her coat and hung it up on my way to the kitchen. "Have you got something a little stronger?" Sally called to me. "I could use it." "I've got some white wine, it's just an own brand £3.99 bottle but…" "That'll do it," she called back. I came amateur through realamateur and sat next to her on the sofa armed with two glasses full, as soon as I'd set them down on the table she picked a glass up and took a deep gulp. Over the next half an hour she told me everything that I'd already figured out the night before. I was right about Sally being depressed because she was lonely and the baby was the last hope of keeping them together. She'd hoped it would make Steve stay at home and find a different job. She told me that last night after they'd gone home with my promise fresh in their minds, Steve had confessed that he didn't want the baby and he was indeed seeing someone else in New York and it was serious. He'd been trying to find the right time to leave and obviously Sally's idea of having a baby had screwed things up. He'd been stalling her while making plans to go and last night when I'd said yes, it was the point of no return. “Do you remember our daughter, Cindy?” Aunt Carol asked. I shouldn’t be continuing the conversation – addressing a man on Aghara-Penthay only invites suffering, but I have to know more. His face was telling me everything. A massive bulge appeared in his underwear. Of course it couldn't possibly get any harder but he wanted her to see this action. ..."fuck me.....fuck my cunt.... This time it really seemed serious. My balls, soaked in her cream, tightened. I began my thrusting with force. The dog was very much not sniffing her hand. It is just that indian speedos and sex go together for him. Technology can be a terrible thing when realamateur used amateur to dispense suffering. That I was privileged to teach these coeds and show them all the delights their bodies had to offer. The material shifted and stretched, and Evan handled her tits with confidence, pinching and twisting the giant nipples. And the worst part was that this hadn’t turned out to just be some sort of strange dream, like Aiden had hoped. His hands instinctively coming to hide his cock away from her. Time seemed to move in slow motion as she slowly took me into her mouth.