My wife was out for the day, and Michelle was - as usual - playing softball. Around midday, Michelle came home. I shouted out my usual, "Hi, sweetie! ...ow was the game?" She was silent, and I saw her hobble into the living room. "What happened?" I asked her. "Oh, I pulled a hammie! No big deal." Well, with her noticeable injury, I thought it was a biggie. "OK, young lady. Let's get you upstairs and out of your uniform. I'll take a look at your leg." I pulled Michelle close to me and helped her. This wasn’t like Chris’ watery second cum, or Hector’s old man’s dribble, this was thick spunk gushing into my womb filling every available space, flushing out my other lover's efforts and the stretching my channel because it had nowhere else to go. I screamed as a second orgasm took me. “Was that the best screw so far today?” Fabian smiles with mocking contempt. “It was my best screw ever,” I said holding him tighter. “After that I’m probably pregnant, and I don’t think I care.” We lay. Jane did not want Andrew wearingher panties as she felt it was not hygienic. But then Jane got tothinking as she was buying him his own panties - why stop there? SoAndrew's feminine wardrobe was born.Andrew's mother, Stephanie, had made no secret of the fact that shewished he had been born a girl and regularly said she had always wanteda daughter. Jane had even heard Andrew's mother say this and had askedAndrew about this and what this had meant to Andrew growing up. Andrewsaid that his. On the bottom she wore nothing, the blouse was just long enough to cover her decency. This meant her toned, tanned and silky smooth legs were fully exposed to the tops of her thigh, I sight which never failed to get me hard when mom was walking around the house half dressed. "My god, you do need relief" She nodded at the twitch in my jeans with every pump of blood to it. "I told you mom, haha. I hope you don't mind me asking but are you wearing anything under there" I asked, pointing to moms.