What's in a name?

Jim blushed, which was hard enough for her to do, as she felt Gerald taking out his phone and recording them.

Since they had gotten home from the basketball court, where he had been playing in a pick-up and she was hanging out with Shanice and Janice, he had been insatiable with holding her close to him, mugging for pictures and selfies, and even now, as she was on her hands and knees, with him pounding her pussy, he still had his camera out and taking videos and pictures.

"Babe, you know we gotta record this..." he muttered.

Jim, for her part, pushed herself back against him, grinding her hips and pressing him as deep as she could. She knew why he was doing this, her news of telling him that she was pregnant had pushed him past the moon and they had been fucking non-stop since.

There was another reason, though. She looked at her hand and smiled, the ring on her finger was nice and big. It was a bit older, belonging to his mother and his mother's mother, but now it was her's. Fuck...I'm going to be a wife... she thought before she didn't know why it was such an issue.

21.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT WOULD BE YOUR NAME?

She would be Jim Scott no longer. She would be Mrs. Gerald Mills, Alesha Mills.

She could get used to that.