My plan was to not ever fuck her again, instead I would get her drunk and use a dildo on her making her think she got fucked. Moreover, I planned to g...t as many guys to fuck her while she was drunk as I could possibly find.During my stepped up husband act she started telling me she wanted to have a baby and stopped taking her birth control pills. She may have stopped cheating too but it was not clear.We decided to have sex as much as possible to increase our chances.It's not hard to find guys. She ’ d be out for her coffee in a few minutes. This was just going to take too long. So, knowing I was in for a spanking to practically start off my day, I grabbed a bucket and a sponge and knelt down to get started cleaning. When Brenda poured her coffee, she didn ’ t say anything; just tried not to track juice anywhere else, then sat at the table and watched me for a while as she got her first caffeine fix of the day. Finally, she got bored with that and stood to pour a. Her hair was piled on top of her head. She hadn’t even known it was long enough to do that with it. Then she realized that a lot of what was on her head wasn’t hers. The stately queen in the mirror, surprisingly, laughed. Béla heard her own voice make the noise.There was something wrong with her eyes, so she stepped closer and gazed into the eyes in the mirror. They were large and black. There was something wrong about that, but she couldn’t begin to guess.'My eyes have always been black,' she. They say there is a stripper inside every woman-well there definitely is inside this one. I have always loved the feel of being naked and always loved running my hands over the cheeks of my bum and over my thighs and breasts. From a young age I have loved squeezing my thighs together when I am naked and feeling the sensation that I get of squeezing my pussy between them. I love the feeling of cool air around my fanny when I take my knickers off and the greatest delight is jumping into a cold.