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| Tasha stood inside the doctors small examining room, waiting patiently for the doctor to return. Russ was also keeping a similar vigil outside in the lobby. As the door creaked open, she heard a cheerful voice call out, "Are you ready, Mrs. Crowe?" "Yes, you can come in now doctor. I'm ready." Tasha replied. As Dr. Lindsey paused at the doorway, she smiled broadly. "I have some news that, no doubt, you are very anxiously awaiting." Tasha laughed, "That you do. So am I?" She said breathlessly. Dr. Lindsey nodded and broke into joyful laughter, "Yes my dear, you are. Four weeks pregnant, that is!" Tasha felt the euphoria welling up inside of her and slid off the examining table. "I've got to go tell Russ. Thank you doctor. Thank you so much!" "No worries, my dear. Everything looks to be in order, but if you feel any sort of cramps it would be a good idea to come in for an examination. If you notice anything unusual, let us know. I know that you have been taking prenatal vitamins for some time now so I have had the nurse prepare a supply for you to last your entire trip. I do suggest lots of rest and to not overstrain yourself. Have a lovely time in America dear." The doctor smiled. Tasha thanked the doctor and rushed out to the lobby into Russell's waiting arms. The tears spilling down her face concerned Russ, but as he saw the broad grin he just knew. He cupped her face with those tender hands as he gazed into her dancing eyes. She murmured, "Congratulations, Mr. Crowe. You are going to be a father!" They grasped each other as he covered her face in kisses, tasting the salty teardrops spilling down her face. It seemed as though the joy inside him would burst out like the sunrise at dawn illuminated the horizon. He touched his hand to her tummy, oblivious to all around him except for her. In this moment, it felt as though there were no two people in the world but he and his wife who was carrying their child. Her jubilant face met his in a sweeping kiss and after the nurse brought her packet of vitamins, he nearly carried her out the door. Arriving back at the farm, they informed the rest of the family of the wondrous news. Everyone was overjoyed and immediately his parents began plotting on ways to spoil the new little one. They spent the rest of the afternoon making plans to add a nursery to the cabin. They had been talking about it for some months now and both had agreed that it would be a non-specific color. Tasha wanted a farm theme given the fact that they lived on a farm. She wanted cream colored walls decorated with cows, horses and barns. Russ agreed wholeheartedly. They both agreed that since it was so early, they would wait until they got back from the States to begin actual work on it. By that time she would be about 20 weeks into her pregnancy. They had also agreed to wait to find out the sex of the baby until birth. Later that evening they stood gazing out over the pastures as the sun faded from the sky. Russ hadnt been able to stop touching her that day and seemed set about having his arms around her constantly, not that she minded in the least. She turned to smile at him, surprised to find a pensive look upon his comely face as his eyes seemed to stare into some distant vista. "What is bothering you?" She said, watching him visibly start and sheepishly grin at her. "I was just thinking of asking you about...well...whether or not we can still make love." He said quietly which elicted a giggle from Tasha. He giggled himself but continued, "I mean, I know maybe it is a silly question, but you know..." She didnt laugh this time and as he seemed about to continue she placed one fingertip over his adorable mouth. "No, Mr. Crowe. Our sex life can continue up until a week or so before my due date, from what I understand. Barring any complications of course, we should still be able to have very satisfying escapades!" She giggled. He appeared to sigh in relief and his face clearly showed it. He said, "I mean, you know, I didnt want to burden you with that sort of question... but..." She teased him playfully, "Oh and that would only be a torture for you, eh? To go without making love?" She turned to face him. "I think not. It would be a torture for me as well." She said very seriously, as she slid her fingertips up his arms. Watching as his eyes became almost translucent and his breathing quickened, she said, "In fact, I can think of no greater torture than to not be able to feel this," She paused as her hand shifted to his crotch where an erection was hastily swelling. Continuing as she stroked him across the rough denim of his jeans, "inside of me." She said breathlessly. He gasped and made to seize her hand, but she pulled it up to his shirt, untucking it and running her hands over his smooth stomach. His mouth sought hers and was rewarded with a burning kiss as they slowly moved toward the door of the cabin. Togather, they somehow made it up the steps, kissing all the while. Kicking the door open, he pulled her inside while they shed their clothing. For once, she was in control as she pushed him toward the couch. Collapsing onto it, he watched as she bent before him to slip his jeans and underwear off. Grasping him with her skilled hands, she licked him from base to tip causing him to shiver from head to toe. She continued her teasing with supple hands and a playful tongue, bringing him slowly to the point of climax. As she felt him nearing, she slipped off her jeans and lowered her body onto his, taking every inch of him into her. She whispered into his ear, "I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel your seed explode inside of me." She didnt dirty talk much, so when she did the effect was devasting for him. As she began moving slowly, his hands clutched to her hips tightly. His face contorted and she watched the ripples of orgasm spread across it. His eyes bored into hers with such intensity that she felt her own heat stirring. The gaze of those translucent eyes was enough to send shivers all the way into the deepest recesses of her body and she came with him. Gasping and moaning as her own orgasm overtook her, they climaxed togather in the ephemeral union of absolute pleasure. |
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