“What are you going to do to me?” she asked. I leaned forward and whispered. “Whatever I want.” I reached up and touched her breast with my fi...gertips. She moaned and I rolled her nipple between my fingers, pinching, and teasing. Rebecca leaned into me. I looked over her shoulder and down at the beautiful rise of her ass, still pink from where I had smacked it. She had always worn tight jeans and skirts, always flaunted her firm, perfectly shaped bottom. I had seen my wife touch it and admire. I had never known anyone like you. Yes you were strict and demanding, but I loved every minute of it. I just wish I would have realized this then. I ran away from my destiny, I ran away from who I am and who I was suppose to be. I did not realize that until later, until it was to late! I go over in my head what I should have done andsome days wishI could go back in time and change the past, but whats done is done. Some things happen for a reason.I am married now, with a little boy. I married. As it slowly moved across her clit and then her silky wet pussy, we both shook with extreme pleasure. It felt amazing but I knew it just was going to get better. We moaned in unison when it reached its destination.When it went in slowly, we gasped not a moment from each other, if not the same time. It felt like silk just like I thought it would feel like but like nothing I felt before. I could feel a slight vibrating in her smooth tight hole. She, I guess couldn’t take the wait of me going in. "Some would see you as one if you don't," she said."I'm not doing it! He will be a boy!" But an unhappy one at that," she sighed. "I've noticed him lookingmiserable the past week or so." So you are suggesting we let him be a girl? You've suddenly changed yourattitude?" he said, his face turning red."I would rather have a happy daughter than a miserable son. And yes,maybe I have had a change of mind!" she admitted. She turned and headedupstairs. She headed for Peters room and knocked."Can I come.