I had lived in various places while waiting, working fervently on educating myself in the fields that would be necessary, diligent as a drone at my pl...n. It was with a sense of wonder at myself, and the reality I was playing in that filled me when I was finally, achingly, able to move in. Having few possessions initially, moving in was easy and the big house felt rather lonely, so on the first night there I utilised my gift to help me complete my plans for some other occupants for the. Next to that, I also considered the other social, financial, and emotional implications of having a child.In short, my life would get very complicated. So many thoughts and emotions flooded me in such a short time, that the impact of Ilse’s suggestion overwhelmed me. It took me a moment before I reached a conclusion.I held Ilse’s hands in my own and looked her in the eyes as a tear trickled down my cheek.With a soft voice, I asked, “I’m going to be a daddy?”I saw that my question shocked Ilse. ”He reached out and cupped my breast awkwardly. He just held it, not quite knowing what to do next.“It's not going to fall off or run away,” I chuckled.Right away, I noticed his erect cock was much smaller than Chuck’s. They say size doesn't matter, but that was probably said by some guy hung like Jerry.I casually held up the razor and asked, “Have you ever shaved a woman's pussy before?”“Ummm… Sure… Lots of times.”“Jerry, the one thing I demand is honesty. Now, do you want to rephrase that. A small thought enters into the back of my head about my current boyfriend's cock. His isn't as thick or as long. I push that thought away. I want to keep feeling that stretching Mark's cock is causing in my pussy. I start pushing back against him, matching his rhythm. His fingers are digging deep into the flesh on my hips. Heather is laying almost underneath me, watching Mark's cock slamming in and out of my pussy. Her hands are still on my nipples. All these sensations too much and I feel.