I was thinking late night of my fetish for breeding and decided that I'll continue to do this my entire life. Being bull is really a lot of fun for me... Women easily get emotionally attached to me and even get ready to leave their husbands just to get me completely.While thinking that night a thought came to my mind what will happen when i get married. Most of you will answer that I'll breed her throughout our lives. My answer to you is no. My wife will be the love of my life and not some baby. It was Dagmar, carrying her pad and sleeping bag. “Will you let me join you for the night?” she said. Still a bit sleepy, I eagerly agreed. She thanked me with a lingering open-mouthed kiss that left no doubt about her intentions. Too hurried to try zipping our bags together, we put mine below us and hers on top. “I think you will be good to me,” she said, snuggling close for warmth. I needed no more invitation, but I decided on the slow approach. I spent the next half. . Just physical.. OK!I push you away and lie back, hoping you understand, not wishing to upset. As if in answer a hand closes round my erection, experience showing as it starts moving, pumping the loose flesh firmly but not too tightly... moving just far enough to tease my ballsac at one end of the stroke, then stretch my glans taut at the other, my shaft jumping involuntarily at the glorious attention.But then you moved further down the bed, and I could feel my cock leaking in anticipation as. I breathe in a deep breath as my body begins to respond to your every touch, every squeeze, and every pinch. The sensation, so real I open my eyes expecting to see you behind me there. What I see, as I look in the mirror are my breast overflowing from my bra and blouse with the material gathered around the bottom of each pushing them up and out. My hands are on my breast rolling my hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger with a pulling motion. I close my eyes squeezing my breast together.