She only knows who her baby’s real daddy is. But his idiot husband thinks that he did everything.I would like to mention that she told me her story ...hen we both cum. She told me something like this, “i & my husband was trying very hard to have sex like what we did today. But his busy schedule made him so poor. He has no power left. He can’t just pick me to have sex in standing position. Also he ejaculate himself very early & i remain unsatisfied that is why i decided to have wild sex. I was. His hands freely touch, as she sees behind the glass a primal rising bounce and renewed surging, spring up and down. She is hypnotised, his swelling so rapid. Clearly, he is rampantly needy of release. She disappears, and heads to prepare anything still left unattended. Perhaps it is the lighting of candles, or a scented oil infuser, or the turning down of covers, or a new preparation of her attire. His own imagination plays with his mounting desire, each picture toying with what he is hoping. “I’ll simply sit in on the sofa and do my homework, I promise I won’t be a bother”“Shit” I thought “aiight, come on in”She carried only a binder and a book in her hand, as if she only had ONE f-g class today, lazy ass people, I tell you.I walked in the kitchen and watch her sit down, honestly I started regretting letting her in my house. “Oh Mr. Andrew” “What is it?” I asked grabbing a beer out of the fridge” Yesterday was my birthday” I looked over and she was actually doing her homework, but. I broke the eye contact momentarily, to give her space to adjust, adapt and be easy. But before long, caught her eye, catching up on me, decisively.Maybe she was affirmative. Maybe she decided to say a "hi" and return the favour. Maybe she din't even mind chatting. Or maybe she was fine with it, but would get over it, and move on..Hmm. Okay. That wasn't that bad, i said to myself. Atleast she ain't getting paranoid or something!A sigh of relief, i sensed within me. The pressure of my blood.