I am reminded that no matter how well or poorly we are doing in the Sugar Bowl, we never fully control our own destiny.  

 
Perhaps the thrill of trying to wangle chaos is what keeps us coming back? Or perhaps we will put up with a shit ton of crap to fuck sweet, juicy, young pussy without the threat of having to meet her parents on Thanksgiving Day.  :LOL  

 
Your probable preggers story reminds me of a time perhaps 15 years ago when I was in Phoenix on a business trip.  I had researched a local pro to slot into a free spot on my schedule. She was a 22-ish, blond, spinner with great reviews and known for her local-legendary oral skills. And her rates were good, even in a market like Phoenix which is known for good pussy value.  Two days before my trip I contacted her, passed screening and scheduled for 2 hours. I had a 4-hour window, and she would fit in nicely, thank you.  

 
On the day before the appointment, I sent a text to confirm and she acknowledged. But she told me she was leaving town for a family emergency and was asking her friend to cover her appointments. She asked me to go to her web page for info on her friend.  I took a look at the page and there was a note and a link to the other's ad. I read the ad: also 22-ish, also a spinner and overall good looking.  Even though she had no reviews I decided to meet her.  

 
I arrived at the location (a medium-size chain hotel) on time and texted again. No reply after 10 minutes. I sent one more text and got a reply: "Sorry, running late. I'll be there in 15 minutes."  I waited and after 20 mins she sent me the room number, and I headed through the lobby to the elevator.  What happened next was wild:  

 
When the door opened and I stepped inside, I was struck by two big observations. First, she was indeed the "friend" and was, as expected, 22-ish and blond, but definitely not the same woman. Second, she was at least 7 months preggers!  I must have looked confused since, well, I was confused!  I spent a good 30 seconds just staring at her bulging belly, not saying a word.  I had never had sex with a pregnant woman before (as far as I know), and I did not share the pregnant fetish that some fellas have.  

 
I finally said something like: "Ummm... you are pregnant." Or something equally poignant. She said yeah, I mention that in my web ad."  Well, no, I would have remembered that! But no matter - I was there - she was there. She asked me if I wanted to stay, and I had to think about it for a second. Ok, it was more like a 10th of a second. I tried to ease the (well, my) tension by making a joke: Well, at least I won't have to worry about making you pregnant."  She seemed to think about that for a moment. I think she missed my joke and thought I was asking her something else. She replied "Yeah, ok. If you are clean, we don't need a condom."   And that is when I decided to have a sex with a pregnant woman.  

 
Ok, ok, ok! Not the smartest decision I've made.  But on the other hand, she was super-horny from being preggers and fucked my brains out.  So money and time well-spent, mostly.  Fortunately, my next test results were all negative, of course.  

 
I have other stories of Phoenix good times. But they will need to wait for some future posts.  

 
Life is good

 
The Cat