Well, hell, there had to be at least one woman in the world who did, right? Seemed fair to me, I mean since I like 'em tall and slinky; which pretty m...ch describes my Amanda. So shoot me. Oh, and no kids. We'd moved to Des Moines almost immediately after marrying. I had a friend, Bret Hilling's. He and I had attended state college together; his offer of employment was an opportunity too good to pass up. Things have been mostly good for us. Sex good, incomes "really" good, and we get along. His eyes were a light hazel as he gazed at me probably gauging my own abilities to handle certain issues. He didn’t look as if he was worried. He casually leaned back against the counter, being careful not to crease his beige slacks that extended from beneath his expensive looking gray sweater. ‘Yes, Jason…I’d really love a cold frosty one, thank you. Making love to your wife brings up a terrible thirst.’ Ellen must have told him I was non-confrontational and wouldn’t need to worry about my. ” He whispered again. “I haven’t cum so good... since... since ... EVER!” he announced. “Well I’m happy that you’re happy.” I said, partially aggravated. “We’ll go shopping at noon and I’ll drop you off at home before six.” He quaked. “How does that sound?” “Sounds fine to me . . . ” I said sleepily. I yawned and closed my eyes. Within minutes I was sleep. Sean woke me up the following Sunday morning an hour before noon. I was refreshed and full of energy. Sean cooked breakfast again and we. "Oh, after I had you, honey, I had my tubes tied. Never thought you'd be putting some sperm in there, not in a million years. But, well, I'm ready, go ahead," she said softly as I began pushing into her.I looked down, fascinated to watch my cock slowly enter my mother, then, when I was fully inside her, I began drawing back and forth. The feelings were incredible."Yes, I'm glad we're doing this, it feels right to me, so good. I've missed having a man in me, this is wonderful," she said as she.