Gina rose wearily just before 10:00 and noticed her right leg limp appeared to be almost gone. Well she'd been walking more than usual and had resumed sex. Vigorous sex was good for most people so could be doing wonders for that recovering thigh muscle. She grinned, thinking about last night. Nathan had booked into the hotel after finding someone else in his bed. He invited Gina over and she answered the call, feeling it was a little like being back in her old role, not that she minded.
Nathan uncovered her breasts and worshiped them and soon had Gina really interested at being shafted. God, she'd never seen her nipples so prominent and the sight of some of his saliva hanging off one of them sent a wave of mini orgasms surfing around her body.
"Dammit, I'm confident you are disease free, Nathan said, his recklessness no doubt brought on by his wife's latest bout of infidelity.
Gina looked down as the thick, vein-reinforced pulsating cock, its damp purple head shining like a beacon, stood in silent attention. He was waiting for permission to mount her bareback...it was a good time in her reproductive cycle. "Go fill me with cum you keen young man."
Dripping pre-cum, Nathan entered her. They both watched the start of the most revered practice in the history of the world.
Two hours later Nathan croaked, "Sorry, can't get it fully up and I doubt if there's anything left for another ejaculation."
"I doubt that."
Gina wet her index finger at the oozing mouth of her pussy and dug into Nathan, who was relaxed and cooperative. The finger went to a couple of inches searching for the prostate, the male g-spot. Gina soon had Nathan up and running again although the poor guy was nearly exhausted. She left him prostrate and pulled the bedding over him. Well that was Round One in her quest to become pregnant over.
That afternoon Salty delivered Gina and her luggage, now supplemented with new shopping, to the Blacksmith's Retreat.
Fleur bounced out and patted the driver on the arm affectionately and called him Salty before Gina had time to introduce them.
'Hi Miss Fleur. You look like a sweet pansy today."
Of course, Gina thought. He probably ferried much of the clientele, being Fleur's preferred cabbie because of his warm personality and courtesy. She wondered about Salty as a possible sperm injector but then thought no, the approach could distress the lovely guy.
Adam arrived to help unload. His mouth dropped open as his looked at Gina, or more accurately at her breasts. "God, look at you," he said unnecessarily, whispering, but probably because she was expecting something like this Fleur overhead and said crossly, "Adam, get back to your rat hole, go on."
"No please Fleur, I appreciate praise from a connoisseur."
"That's lust – Adam wouldn't know the meaning of fine art connoisseurship."
"Would so."
Fleur sighed: "I expect you do. Help Salty unload."
"It's Miss Gina's luggage ma'am. I wish to deliver it to her room."
"There are two flights of stairs Salty...all right, but make sure you take all the heavy items Adam."
With the men gone on the first of five trips, Fleur said, "I apologize for Adam. I recall warning you."
"It's fine. Look, if he asks to touch or look at them what are my boundaries?"
Fleur looked at Gina steadily. "Are you sure about that?"
Gina smiled and said of course.
"There are no boundaries and if you ever wish to include me, don't hesitate."
"Ooooh. I'm going to love living here," Gina said, exchanging soft smiles.
Fifteen minutes after Salty had driven off after being served a cool drink, Fleur and Gina stood in the loft watching the sun streaming in the open windows. Gina took Fleur's arm in hers and said, "When I was a small girl I played with my dolls in this loft amid the stored straw and oats and rats scurried around."
"Ohmigod."
"I loved it. Shall I wait until we are having a drink with Adam before I continued telling what it was like here in the old days?"
"Yes, we are both very interested. But the only old days for you are only thirty years ago."
"Ah, but I have my grandfather's stories to re-tell."
Gina settled into her new home with great warmth, almost feeling that the walls were talking to her. That was nonsense of course because while the exterior was patched-up original, the interior had been insulated the re-lined. It suited her to feel nostalgic because she understood women who felt relaxed and deeply emotional increased their likelihood of becoming pregnant. She'd also changed her diet. If these were old yarns so what? If they contributed to her hoped-for pregnancy, what more could she wish?
Gina hoped for a daughter and she could imagine the dear wee baby growing into a girl and then the seven year old asking questions such as, 'What dolls did you like when you were young mommy?' and, oh god! Gina clutched her throat with a now-sweating palm. "Mommy, what's a whore? Where you a whore when you were young mommy?"
Gina staggered down to the ground floor bar and Fleur who was talking to guests hurried over.
"Ohmigod, Gina. You are so pale and look disturbed. Are you okay?"
"Brandy...straight," Gina croaked.
She brightened up and was invited to dine with Fleur and Adam. She began telling them the history of their environment and her co-hosts were anything but bored.
"As late as 1910 and cowboys, according to your grandfather, still rode in here from the desert edge totin' guns. Hell Gina, this little hole could have been the last goodbye to the Old West?"
"I wouldn't know Adam. Many parts of the country make much such claims. Historians say it was gone and buried by then. All I can remember is what my grandfather told me when I sat on his knee in front of the fire in winter. He was Wesleyan and my recollection of what I remember my mother saying, he was not inclined toward telling tall stories and I also remembered he had a wooden box wrapped in paraffin cloth and then something really heavy over that. In that box were five six-shooters he said his father had purchased from the sheriff when the owners no longer required them."
"Ohmigod where is that wrapped-up box?"
"How would I know Adam? Grandpa just appeared with it."
"Your mother, your parents Gina," Fleur said softly. "You don't speak of them."
"How right you are," Fleur, "Do you think tomorrow will be fine?"
Adam opened his mouth to question that comment but Fleur's look was sufficient to close it.
* * *
A receptionist from the clinic called Gina and said Dr McGeorge wished to speak to her.
Gina sighed.
"Hi baby. Just the best possible news, you are clear in every direction. Where does this leave me?"
"Up me, twice a week I would hope."
He snickered; Gina could only describe that as a snicker.
"Dinner at the Pioneer tomorrow at 8:00?"
Gina said, "Perfect. Kiss-kiss."
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