“You let Rod finish inside you? But that’s so risky. You’ve never even let me finish inside you because we wanted to hold off on having a kid......hat if he gets you pregnant?”I considered my husband’s words carefully. Would I carry Rodney’s child to term? Would I have his baby? In truth, I had thought about this a lot. The idea sounds absolutely mental, but when I’m with him I feel special, safe and protected. I’m not in love with him in any traditional sense of the word; it’s an entirely. At one point our hosts son who was just nineteen, and just back from first year at college, came over with my wife and he stayed and chatted for a bit. When he left I saw him taking my wife up to dance. He was holding her close and his hand strayed down onto her ass more than once. After the dance he came over with another drink for me, which I sipped and realized was much stronger than previous ones. There was a potted plant at the side of the settee so I poured the drink into it bit at a time. He was dressed in tight blue denim jeans , timberland boots with a bare torso in the heat. As he walked round to the back of the car Rachel could see his body and she drew in a breath, he was athletic , brown hair around 40 years old. His upper body was athletically muscled and as he picked up the hay bale all the muscles in his upped body flexed at the same time. The top half of his body was sweating profusely in the heat , and Rachel felt her clit twitch as his muscles flexed. Her tongue. My ex-husband, George, bought me breast implants and a little liposuction as a present. After the surgery, I felt so good about my body again that it was easy for George to convince me to do those photos. His best friend is a professional photographer, and he did the shots. Actually I am quite proud of them, which is why I still keep them.’ I said, ‘I see. That makes sense.’ She continued, ‘After the divorce, it took my lawyer a year to get that bastard George to turn those pictures over to me..