Again she said “Do you know why I don’t have any child even after 8 years of marriage? Because my husband is impotent”. Automatically I replied ...��Gayatri, you can think for an adopted child”. All of a sudden she became furious, jumped on my lap, caught my head with her two hands brought her lips so close to my lips, so that smell of lipstick was clearly felt, in a very firm and cold voice she told “Want a child from you, a son like you”.As she was sitting on my lap, I was sure that she was. "You really... want me to do this?" I asked.She nodded. "I really, really do." So..." I took a breath. "Which one, then? And when?"She bit her lip.* * *We spent the next hour fucking. When we were finished, Tracy got up and used the bathroom and refreshed her makeup. She said she thought it would be easier if I waited in the bedroom while she let them in. Them—she'd invited them both because, she said, she just couldn't decide between them. She said she'd turn down the lights a little, put. For several moments the couple enjoyed each other’s closeness, their bodies pressed tightly together, him enjoying her soft curves and her revelling in his firmness.Together, they peeled off the ribbed tank top and Craig attacked her breasts. They were large, round and soft, very pleasing to the eye. Chris’ nipples were large and hard as diamonds, aching to be played with. Craig took both of his mom’s breasts in his hands and manically went from one to the other, suckling them, squeezing,. Quite deep. He looked up suddenly and caught her looking at him; she blushed slightly. 'Shall I move' he asked, 'I'm annoying you by sitting here'. 'Oh don't go' she said. So he didn't. In that curious way that perfect strangers sometimes tell each other all about themselves they started to talk and quite soon Martine had told him about the boredom she had felt that morning and how she had ended up in this particular store. He told her that his name was Bill and that he was supposed to.