It was back in Brazil, in my neighborhood we had some kind of “porn tape sharing” one would buy or rent a porn movie and we’d make a copy and sh...red among all the guys.It was a boring Friday night…everyone kind of broken, no money to go out so everyone was sitting at the corner of the street talking shit and laughing.We were 5 guys and 3 girls talking at this time. One of the girls was the whore of the street. She had slept with most of the guys in our street plus 3 streets north and south. I. What would I need ovulation control for?” I pondered a minute, counted days in my head and didn’t like the result ... so I counted on my fingers. Same damn result. “Feel my forehead,” I requested.He did. “You’re warm.”“Shit!”“What?”“Exactly halfway between periods.”“I wasn’t planning on being a Daddy,” he said.“I wasn’t planning on being a mom,” I said. “How many times?”“What?”“Did I surrender to your manly charm?”“I don’t know ... six or seven...” he said. “What is your name?”Now he asks ... I. "Very, very well done, Tig," she whispered. Annette looked at her amazed that this distant figurehead should know her nickname. Mrs Ridley grinned at her. "Oh, you'd be surprised how little gets past me," she whispered.By now there was a chant going: "Tig! Tig! Tig!"Annette turned to towards the crowd which immediately fell silent."Umm!" she said and the crowd roared. She grinned. "Twice in one day," she said softly. "I may have a career in public speaking."There was another roar of laughter."I. ” My wife had changed into a dark blue, lace nightie and although Tom couldn’t see it, I knew she was wearing matching panties under it. I’d packed the outfit myself for her for just this occasion. I quickly got up and grabbed my camera, I always take pictures of our meets, it gives us some great memories to look back on. While my back was turned, she climbed onto the bed beside Tom and he hadn’t wasted any time exploring her sexy body!!!His one hand was massaging her tits through her nightie.