“You could be right.” Rosie laughed; she couldn’t remember when her last period had been. “You never know, one of your super-sperm could’ve ...nuck through my defences.” She hoped she was right, but knew deep down that, if she was pregnant, this wasn’t John’s child.They purchased a pregnancy test later that afternoon and followed the instructions to the letter. Three minutes later, Rosie was crying in John’s arms, he couldn’t tell if they were tears of happiness, but that was how he chose to. He generally didn't have to worry ever about having enough sex to keep the horniness away -- he usually had enough "sex work" to more than take care of that physical need in his life. It was nice knowing he could rely on having some horny wet pussy to fuck whenever he wanted some without having to engineer a relationship or a one-night stand to get it.One category of "impregnation services" that Tom especially enjoyed were the wives of men who weren't that eager for another child but the wife. Lucy asked whether we are still in school lessons because she wanted me to go with her shopping, and then to her friend's birthday and I wanted to drop by for a cup of coffee with the wishes.I answered truthfully that all assessments are already issued and not have to go to school, nothing will happen. She was happy, a little overwhelmed at home, and at that time I checked on the net post.After about an hour she said we were going to the store.We went to the mall, Mrs. Lucyna done shopping,. ”“What kind of things?”“Well, one thing is that I won’t go out with any other women, and I’ll expect you not to go on dates with other men.”“I don’t go on dates with anybody, Bob. I haven’t even been on a date with you.”“You will if you’re my girlfriend. After this trial is over. I don’t want to have to worry about who’s trying to kill you while we’re at the bowling alley or something.”“Okay,” she said. “What else?”“Generally, these days, people in that kind of relationship sleep.