She whispered in my ear, "I want you to cum inside me. You said you're getting snipped next week, I want to be the last woman you REALLY cum in." Are...you sure?" I said."I've never been more sure of anything." She said as I sped up my pace, fucking her deeper and harder. "You need to know I'm not on birth control, though." Are you ovulating?" I asked."Yes," she said, sounding slightly worried that I'd asked.I thought that answer would scare me off when I asked the question, but at that moment. I’ve just never seen a man pull down his pants and underwear and piss that way.”He resumed reading, slightly turned my way, and was steady stroking his cock and periodically reaching down to lift and rub his balls. I did look over and was amazed that his hard cock must have been ten inches long and very thick. His cock head was soaked in precum and glistened each time he retracted it. I enjoyed watching him stroke his big cock. His egg-sized balls looked good as they rose and fell and shifted. It was an idyllic day that was the stuff memories are made of. The sun was low on the western horizon when I fired up a fresh bowl of weed. Several hits later, we were making out like it was our last night together, and at the time, it was. Megan ground her pelvis on my straining boner with frenzied intensity. I looked deep in her eyes and mouthed the words, I love you. She reacted by pulling me to my feet and walking hurriedly to her garage. Megan’s garage was the base for all of our sexual. ’ ‘Good,’ she said and neither of us spoke for perhaps a minute. Then I took a deep breath and said, ‘Mrs. Sterling I’m not sure how I can help you. Presbyterians don’t do exorcisms as I am sure you are well aware.’ She paused and then smiled craftily at me and said ‘I thought perhaps another man’s seed, some sanctified seed as it were, would drive the devil’s seed out of me.’ ‘But can’t your hu.. hu.. husband do that?’ ‘Mr. Sterling, I fear, has not fulfilled his husbandly duties for several.