Prepare to Tell Her

You've spent much of the evening half staring at Ami across the table. She's spent the entire date so far cracking off her infinite stream of cheesy Ami lines and scarfing down food. Scarfing down is really the most accurate description. She'd already eaten three plates when she asked for desert. It would be enough on it's own to make you suspect she was pregnant. That is if she hadn't eaten just about this much back when she wasn't pregnant. What kind of metabolism does she have?

Mainly though, you stared at her because of what she wore. Ami isn't a very fashionable girl. She likes her jeans and T-shirts. She's not that slutty, fucking herself with cum aside. But, today she's wearing a skimpy black dress with copious cleavage and a hem only down to her upper thigh. This is a fuck-me-dress if you've ever seen one. Which is good because that's exactly what you plan to do to her.

"Let's take a walk. The peer is less then two minutes walking from here." You tell her. The peer at night with your arm around her. That will be a good place to tell her that you're the one whose child she's pregnant with.

"Oooh. The peer at night. Sounds scary. You'll keep me safe, right?" Ami giggles.

"That depends entirely on if you wander off while my back is turned."

"I make no promises."

She leans across the table and places a kiss on your cheek. It's enough to make your heart beat fast. The critical moment is so close...

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