As Michael watched, "Wendy" took off her cardigan.
She reached out to take Michael's shirt off with a smile. Bashfully, she purred, "Michael, let's go to sleep."
From "Wendy's" actions as well as her tone, Michael was sure she did not mean sleep as in the usual meaning of the word, asleep.
As expected, she fluidly pushed Michael down onto the bed with her next move.
Seeing that she was about to pull his shirt off, Michael grabbed hold of her hands and said, "Wendy, you're pregnant."
"Don't you want to?" "Wendy" murmured sensually as she pulled her hand out from Michael's grasp and trailed her fingers over his stomach.
"You're pregnant. We can't..." Michael shook his head at "Wendy".
"I'm almost three months along, it'll be okay," "Wendy" insisted, "Michael, we'll just be gentler, it should be okay."
She then continued undressing.
Michael was about to say something when his gaze fell on a spot above her left breast.
