“The bath is ready and, as much as I love looking at you, I don’t want you to get cold.”Maggie slowly and gracefully got into the bath. She clo...ed her eyes as the warm scented water encased her tired body. I spoke quietly to her, sitting on the floor next to her.“Are you sure you want me to stay?”“I’d like that, if you don’t mind. I’ll try and tell you more, if you can be patient with me.”“Take your time. I’ll try not to rush you, although you know I’m desperate to know.”“I know, just give. I attempted to close my thighs. To prevent this, but he was already between my legs. “Gary, you cannot do that. We can’t do that,” I said with a resolve that surprised both of us. “Oh Liz, I need to be inside you. Please…” he begged. “Gary, I can’t get pregnant,” I stated with a genuine resolve. “I won’t cum; I promise. I just want to feel inside you. Just for a minute… honest… I’ll be careful.” Positioned between my thighs as he was, I could see his boner arching up and down as he spoke,. His erection grew to be the size of a baby’s arm, but it didn’t stop there. It continued to grow, and his pants continued to rip.Pamela felt the hand reach out, fingernails digging deep gashes in her upper chest as he yanked on the neck of her sweater. It tore into strips of materials as though it was paper, tossed to the ground. Her chest stung where it was cut, but the fingers reached out again, this time; a large, sharp nail went between the cups of her bra. With a deft snap of his. ”His eyes began to glaze over. “It would be my pleasure sir,” he said quietly.I wondered if there was anything that Malcolm wouldn’t do as a cuckold and then a thought suddenly occurred to me. “When’s Sally’s birthday?” I asked him.“First of March,” he replied. “Why?”“How old is she this time?”“Thirty-six.”I thought for a few moments. “Her body clock is ticking away isn’t it Malcolm?” I said to him.He looked puzzled. “I mean, late thirties and no children yet!” I said.“We have talked about,” he.