I'm fit as a fiddle, play winger on the hospital rugby team. Rugby playing, straight, male nurse; very novel! And I've got a head of curly red hair an... a beard. Well; it was the 70s! On the morning in question, I'm in my girlfriend Yvette's room, naked in her single nurses' home bed with a sheet covering my middle. Yvette returns from the shared kitchen with our coffees and wriggles in beside me on the narrow bed. Yvette is tall, lithe-limbed and blonde with pert tits and a peachy arse. Her. Strawberries and ... cum!” Belle shouts with a giggle and a bright smile.“I do a little gardening when I’m not balls deep in a beautiful ass,” Josie says with a smile of her own. “It occurred to me one day that since our milk has such an incredible impact on people, I figured it might make good fertilizer. So I picked out some of my favorite fruits, added a little love, and a whole lot of milk. After a few tries, I came up with these melons.” She frowns. “Of course, they have yet to be approved. I stroked inside her sopping wetpussy so deep each time cause I knew that's how she liked it and it was hardfor her not to cum. I wanted her to have to concentrate on her pussy not having pleasure as I have to concentrate on my cock not receiving pleasurewhen I'm about to break. I stroked faster and fasterin her pussy bottoming out, moving my cock while insideher. Grabbing her ass, kissing her. I repeated for her notto cum, then I exploded inside her, shoving my cock deeperthen before letting. Wouldn’t you know it I could see things clearer. The wife walked off with that smirk on her face that told me I could expect to be hearing more than a few times how useless men were, and couldn’t do anything without a woman’s assistance. With that magnifying glass I went back to checking out the pictures. Hot damn! Just when my eyes were almost worn out I noticed a funny microscopic mark, or it might have been a symbol on the back of the mirror and that piqued my interest. If you must know I.