It's equally flattering to me that these various women's husbands have been just as enthusiastic about me getting their wive pregnant as I have been t... accomplish exactly that!At first I was slightly uncomfortable with these other men being with us as their wife and I fucked, but it didn't take long before I actually enjoyed them watching me do that. It was hugely flattering to me. For me, there had never been anything quite so exhilarating as it was at the moment I ejaculated my load of. But while he was doing that, he said he kept thinking of me. He was crying and I felt so sorry for him. I wanted to talk to him ... to tell him it was okay ... that I wasn't mad at him. He kept saying I must hate him, but I didn't and I wanted so badly to tell him that that I kind of surged against the mist."Her eyes got wide and unfocused. "He kept talking, and I kept feeling like I'd gotten a little closer to him, until I felt like I was turning towards his voice. If he'd have stopped talking. Never fought again; I figured maybe his manager was telling the truth and he died, although I never saw anything about it in the media."Bob thought for a moment. "Come to think of it, he was from around here. I'm pretty sure he grew up on the north side." Why do they call him Weaver?" Arlene asked."Because he was always bobbing and weaving; that means his upper body was always in motion. It's harder to hit a moving target. He really was something to watch. He could slip under any punch or any. He’d called my parents and told them our car broke down, he was really sorry but he’d make sure I was safe for the night and bring me back in the morning. Then he took me to a really run down part of down. “This is where the runaways go slut. Get out there and find me a little girl, younger than you and tell her we’ll feed her , tell her anything but get her back to the car.” I was a little stunned, he wanted a girl younger than me? How was I supposed to do that, could I do it? It was one.