Westley and Doris moaned as they kissed. All the while, he fondled her breasts, and occasionally she reached down to stroke his swollen member. After a while, though, his thoughts returned to Helen, and his p***s turned flaccid.
Doris frowned and asked him what was wrong.
"Helen is pregnant," Westley blurted out.
Doris's eyes went wide open, and her jaw nearly hit the floor. "What did you say?" she gasped.
Westley: "Helen is pregnant. "She says that it's my baby."
"Go away!" Doris shouted angrily. "You pig! How could you?!?!"
Westley: "Listen to me. The old Gates planned this pregnancy. He helped her get my sperm from the sperm bank."
Doris: "So, are you ready to marry her?"
Westley: "I will handle it."
Doris: "I don't know if I can believe you or not."
"If you don't believe me,
