When I took my tshirt off, his eyes lit up. He was staring at my nipples and my hairless body. He was drooling with anticipation. He then told me to t...ke my trousers off and stand with only undies. I didn’t want to but I was scared.When I slowly removed my trousers , my milky smooth thighs were exposed. My chubby ass cheeks stuck out at him invitingly. He told me to face the wall and straighten my hands. I placed my hands above my head and faced the wall. He rose from his chair and slowly. And this body that I have, it will not let me leap so high as you but in other ways it is more powerful than others’ bodies.”I do not need to ask how he knows this. I see him in play with others in the pod. The males often play strong, they push each other to make their space around themselves and show their strength against each other. Even when Kitik is small he leads such play, and he is the most among the young males.“Would you be good leader?” I ask him.“Alone I do not know,” he says. “I. His big balls had deflated into wrinkled, hairy, drained bags. His cock sank lower, gave one hopeful twitch, and then began to draw back into his groin.Even soft and drained, his cock was an impressive sight, and Karen gazed at him wistfully, feeling so frustrated she was ready to burst into tears."Sorry," he mumbled.Karen was not about to give up without a fight. She slid down from the couch and knelt on the floor in front of him. Her dark head leaned over his loins and her long black hair. He liked to dress in a more than casual manner in these circumstances, so he had picked out a nice, but not overly dressy outfit. After all, this was no ordinary sort of 'date.' Indeed, the word 'date', itself, wasn't exactly the right choice for such a situation. Could you really call it a 'date' when you were going to meet a married woman who's husband was eager for you to get her pregnant, instead of him getting her pregnant? Perhaps, but it certainly wasn't the typical use of the word!By.