She looked up at me and subtly licked her lips. My knees almost gave away. ‘Let me wipe away those tears with my tongue.’ She blew hot air onto hi..., through the briefs, as I whimpered out a ‘Baby, please…’ ‘I won’t make you, beg, baby’ she almost whispered while revealing him the rest of the way. She lovingly bu firmly raised my fat dick slightly with her fingers while her tongue almost pulled the bulbous, mushrooming head into her mouth. She started on the head and then worked slowly down,. We fully expected to conceive again. Even if we were perfect in using the method, we knew that the chance of conceiving again is something like 3-10% per year. So over 20 years, we'd probably have another child, but that's a slower rate than the 100% a year we'd managed with your brother and sisters. It had been so long since we started using the method, without conceiving, that we were a little shocked when you did come along, but in no way were you a mistake.What I will say is you were. She looked herself up and down. "Not bad" she thought. Standing in front of the bedroom mirror, she looked stunning, even though she said so herself! She was wearing the clothes Paul had picked out for her. White fishnets, red high heels, lacy bra and thong. She put her hands on her hips and wiggled a little. She smiled. "God, I'm sexy" she laughed to herself.She shouted down to Paul "Five minutes Paul". She turned back to her bed and picked up the new black dress Paul had bought for her. "A. “Can we go inside?” I asked. Sherry pulled her hair to the side and looked up at me, my cock still buried deep in her mouth. She slipped it out of her mouth just long enough to say, “Sure.” I put my hands along either side of her head and lifted it upwards. “I want to taste you,” I said. Sherry stood up and took my hand into hers. I followed her into her impeccably decorated house, past the western-themed living room and into her bedroom. Her bed was unmade. Sherry lay on her back, her legs.