"If you get me pregnant I'll always have something from you to love and cherish, though." You could just love me," he said."Are you saying you're goin... to get a divorce?" she asked."I don't know," he said sadly. "I want to, but I don't want to, at the same time." I feel the same way," she said. "But I don't think of this as just a fling, or an affair. I wish you were my second husband, almost." She grinned then. "Except you'd be my number one husband. Phillip would have to settle for being. Mrs. Peterson opened the door after a few moments, in nothing but a bathrobe."Taking the day off?" I asked her as I looked her up and down hungrily.Mrs. Peterson blinked roughly before answering, I could swear she looked down at my package before looking into my eyes."Chris it's early, can I help you?" she asked.Without answering I pressed my lips against hers and grabbed her around the waist. Mrs. Patterson flinched in shock but didn't pull away from me. All the work in the summer, had just. Finally they both realized how exhausted they were from theday's adventures and they decided to go to bed as well.Terry went upstairs as Rosa cleared the remaining plates and glasses fromthe table. Terry slowly made her way up the stairs and paused outsideCarmen's slightly ajar door when she noticed the same odd 'humming' noisecoming from inside her room. She could see that the light was on and shequietly crept up to the 2" crack and peered inside to see if she could seewhat was making that. She can't help but smile slightly. “Am I?”“Cuter than normal.” He nods. She closes her eyes and leans toward him, inviting him to kiss her again, which he does. After a moment he realizes that he is neglecting his finger inside her. He pulls it all the way out, along with her panties, eliciting a squeak. He does not stop until the pink cotton underwear is down to her ankles.“It’s cold,” she gasps as her glistening wet cunt meets the air.“Don’t worry.” He shoves two fingers into her almost.