I could feel the heat of his slippery palm against my knee, and he slowly worked towards my crotch. It just dawned on me that I was completely nude, a...d spread eagle. I was in such a daze and didn’t even realize the sheet was missing. My inner thigh was still a bit tender, but his hands kept slowly sliding the length of my inner thigh. With each pass, he came closer and closer to my what I’m guessing were drenched labia. If they weren’t, it was just a matter of seconds, and then it happened.. Apples don’t fall far from the trees that bore them.But she is beautiful… really, really beautiful. The girl is a perfect storm..Then I remembered why I abandoned her in the bar.As usual, when we’ve both had a few drinks she gets flirty and I end up telling her how I feel. The first time I told her I got a sloppy kiss. Thought I made it but it never evolved into anything serious. The next time I pushed it a little further only for her to shoot me down with the classic line, "I love you as a. Her tits were still hidden, but now they jiggled enticingly under the tank top, and I could clearly see her hard nipples. “Keep stroking, hon. Show me how much you love to tug that cock. Show me how much you love the feel of my panties against your big, purple cockhead,” she said. Her voice was almost hypnotic. I could feel the fabric getting wetter as my precum kept weeping out into it from my slow stroking. “Good boy. Stroke it faster for me now. Is that how you. There is only one thing that would be necessary: a cure for my husband's infertility.Every time we make love, there is that minuscule chance that I might become pregnant. However, that chance is so minuscule that, well, it just isn't going to happen. He doesn't produce enough sperm for them to even make it out of his body and into mine, let alone travel inside me in sufficient numbers to impregnate me.On the other hand, someday there may be a cure. If there is, he has my blessing to seek the.