The tingling between her legs, though not as intense as when she had been with Mr. Smith, lingered for a long time.Later that evening, Alex had danced...for her husband again, only this time, she stripped off his old shirt more quickly. It had been ripped that morning and she had simply tied it together in back. With a hard tug, it had come off in her hand. She had been so excited, as had Harold, at her dancing around naked, that she had touched herself. That seemed to excite him, especially. I withdrew my hand from my dick but the hard-on was still visible which she saw. What she did next made me cum without shagging.She bent showing me her cleavage and she rolled up her hair in a braided bun. It was tight and resting on her nape just waiting for it to get fucked and with this sight, I came in my undies. She saw this and giggled and continued her work.I went and cleaned myself immediately and decided to start a conversation with her. She was sitting in the bathroom and cleaning. "Vickie confessed, "I've been told she's been dragging the boys out to play 'road hockey', whatever that is." She looked at Samantha nervously. "That isn't anything bad, is it?" You have no clue?"Vickie shook her head. She wasn't from a part of the world where hockey was part of growing up. She'd barely heard of the sport before becoming a Fille de Roi. "It isn't like this 'tonsil hockey' you've talked about, is it?"Samantha snickered. "Not by a long shot. It's literally hockey played on the. I have this intuitive sense that it also raises one’s fertility and immunizes you against social diseases, though I could be wrong about that.“Simply put, I could well have been sterile prior to this, only to become fertile afterward, as could you. You might want to check and see if this baby is yours, hers that is, nothing against her. Let’s be honest here. Pretty much any crime or sin of a sexual nature is excusable with this condition, honey. As long as it’s with adults, anyway. Or teens of.