My wife is what some might call pleasingly plump. At five feet, one hundred and twenty-five pounds (a good bit of it stuffed into her 34C bra) she is ... voluptuous bombshell. Add long black hair that hangs down to her ass and legs that just cry out "fuck me" when she wears heels and you have a walking wet dream. She's always hot, ready and willing to fuck and it is usually all I can do to keep up with her.I work for a large electronics firm and Bettina and I were attending the corporation's. Nothing I could do could change that.The following evening I checked my inbox more out of routine than anything. My heart practically leapt out of my chest when I saw a message from Lynn. I clicked on it with nervous anticipation. You can imagine my delight when I read that she had agreed to meet me the following night for dinner. At our favorite outdoor cafe, of course.That night I put on a shirt Lynn had bought me for my birthday. I also wore her favorite cologne. I stopped at a florist and. His stomach flat and hard. Then the breeches came down and Josephine gasped a little.Gavin smiled “Oh he’s far more impressive than that when he gets going.” Gavin stood and moved toward John, kneeling in front of him he took the limp, eight inches into his mouth and began to suck and lick the huge member into life. “There,” said Gavin. “Is THAT not impressive.”Josephine gazed in awe at the thick, hard cock that must have been at least ten inches long now. The foreskin seemed to roll back of. And you know I love your son. And I don’t want you to think it’s just a calculated thing, because Terry needs to be married. To allow her to stay in America with me. Because it’s more than that. Because of the love we share. And Terry and Bob have grown quite fond of each other. And it turns out, despite all expectations and experiences, that Bob has discovered he can willingly impregnate Terry. And Terry wants a baby. His baby. Our baby. To whom all of us will love and cherish. Including you I.