My ultimate fear is that I will never experience the glory of birth. I have been a workaholic, focused on my job for so long. The city has been built,...but sadly no one of my kind lives in it. I know if I do not act fast, I could die in my mansion which I worked so hard for, alone. The company which I work for planned on sending me to Mozambique to seal the deal on some staplers for a small tribe in the central confines of the country. I would be lying if I wasnt planning other activities. He looks over eagerly, and comes over. He gets onto his knees, and sticks his tounge into my heat. I feel my body shudder in pleasure, and my nipples harden. I take his head and push it towards my heat. He does this for a while, but then pulls away. "Misses, can I go in you?" he asks.I nod, snapping off my bra and throwing it to the ground. He lines up his length with my vagina, and goes in. I'm filled with desire, and start to moan his name."Jason, please....don't stop! Go faster! Fuck me. She pulled it off, her tits were not large, but perfectly shaped and with a hint of sag that made them even more alluring.She dropped the bra into the open drawer that I knew held her prettiest lingerie. She pulled out another bra and quickly slipped her arms through the straps and expertly hooked it in the back. It was a push-up bra, the balconette style that many call a shelf bra. I was an expert in such matters, I loved studying the subject of women’s undergarments, and yes I did a bit of. Well as the fans started coming in the coliseum was jam packed. My husband and I were close to the stage with maybe a few people in front of us. We were squished together like sardines in a can. The band started playing and the crowd started getting wild and we all started getting more and more squished together. After a while I noticed I was the only female this close to the stage. I was surrounded by men or should I say teenagers between ages of 16 and 25. My husband was standing beside me,.