However, I'm not sure if it was propriety or her religious background that kept her from asking me the actual question.My mind wandered, analyzed and ...ebated. Then....the breeder in me arose from the depths. I quickly took hold of the situation and TOLD her what we were going to do. I instructed her to track her cycle and we'd get a room for the ovulation period. I would be the one to jump-start her family. Her face blushed the whole time I spoke of my devious plan to impregnate her and have. One day after we left from work, we went to the same coffee place and had coffee and left for the Grand Central. We were running late so we missed our train. We had to stay at the station for another two hours and take the next train, which was schedule after two hours. She was very upset on her self because her kids were waiting for her at home. She called her home and told her husband that she missed the train so she is running late. She will come late. He did not care about it and he said OK. "I'm not that kind of girl," I said. "I want to wait." And he drove me home. I went straight to bed but didn't sleep...feeling myself, amazed at my body, so slippery... pushed away my own hand, as I had his...hoping he wasn't mad and would feel me again. I had played hard to get. Now I was ready to be gotten! He called the next day. He was sorry, he said. It won't happen again, he said...and he wanted to see me again...the next weekend..."Well, all right..." I was excited. Next weekend. My hand started slowly rising up her leg, her skin was the softest I have ever felt, I reached the top and slid my fingers inside her panties she was soaking wet. As a slid my finger over her clit I felt her body tense up and she let out a little moan. With that she pulled back and sat across me, lifting the t shirt completely off. There she was a figure of beauty. She had a flawless body, ripe and ready to be plucked. Her breasts were a pert b cup, were perfect, my tongue twisted and turned an.