Then she slowed down and took her fingersfrom my ass, she rubbed the cum on my nipples and chest and gatheringsome on her fingers wiped it across my l...ps at the same time saying"Mommy's boy destroyed Mommy's panties - you'll have to buy her some newone" and it was only then that I realised that she had been wanking mewith Avril panties that I thought were in my jeans. That night I had oneof best nights sleep for a long time, with one hand down Bobbi pantiesholding her shaven pussy.When I woke. Her description of what she was feeling inside herincluded a smile on her face that told me of the joy she wasexperiencing. I was happy for her and happy for me who was becomingthat child?s father, but I needed to experience that miracle from herperspective. Unless a miracle happens I will never experience the joyof knowing I am pregnant or feeling that baby kick or giving birth.My former supervisor told me that what I missed was no big deal, butshe had the choice and she gave birth. I never. He quickly got off the phone. He pulled me toward the edge of the desk and lifted my skirt the rest of the way up. He gently opened my legs to reveal his beloved treasure. He ran his hands up my thighs and gently touched my pussy. He stood and gave me a kiss and said, ‘So my Princess is there something you need?’ I smiled and said, ‘Yes! My Aussie Prince, there certainly is!’ He laughed and sat back down. He rolled his desk chair closer to me. He leaned forward and gave my slit a lick. He. “Now why would you want me to do something like that?” she asked. “I figure that you would eventually remarry and I don’t want some other wanker using my stuff”. She looked at me and said: “What makes you think I’d marry another wanker?”Sent my washing to the cleaners the other day with a note enclosed ‘use more soap powder on pants’. When the laundry came back there was another note attached ‘use more paper on arse’.I asked my Kiwi mate how many sexual partners he’d had, he started counting.