"I mean, Sharon had always said how much she valued my friendship and how she saw me only as a friend. She wouldn't have liked it." But you never aske...." No. I was always too scared." Scared of what?"I studied my fingernails, not answering. Sherri let the pause lengthen."Scared of what?" she prompted again."Don't push me," I warned.Sherri paused."I'm sorry, Joe," she finally said. "Sometimes I have to push, or men won't say what they really need to say." Well, I don't like it," I snapped.Sherri. A surprised gasp escaped her, then another sound, half moan, half scream. Then she came hard, clenched him inside her, drew him in. He lapped hungrily at her sweet essence as it ran from her soaked pussy. He savored her, wet on his face, his mustache. He needed desperately to feel herand she could sense it in the heat of his body. ‘God baby, I can’t anymore,’ she whimpered as he pressed his tongue to her again. ‘I want you…now.’ She slipped down from the counter as he replaced the chair. He. It's something to do with the womb lining not being suitable," As Steve was explaining this I could see Sally moving her knees and cringing like she felt disgusted with herself."Oh, Sally I'm so sorry," I reached out and took her hand in mine but when I saw how down she looked I just had to hug her. I could feel her trying to stifle her sobs and she did manage to keep her composure. "What will you do now?" I asked as I sat back down."Well, we went to an adoption agency in town. They sent a. ..because of that African guy who had this kind of cult?" That's them," my wife replied. "So, the same young black guy we saw a lot over at Anna and her husbands place; the one who obviously fathered the baby; I think he's doing the same thing with Cheryl and Doug now." Seriously?" Oh yes," she replied, and there was still that curious note of agitation (or was it envy) in her voice as she related all this."Hmm," I said, feeling that same erotic reaction on hearing this as I'd often felt during.