He must have still been talking to her as from time to time my wife would look sideways to answer him. Typical of a woman. They always have to look at...the face of whoever they are talking to. Even when driving!I saw him place his hand back on her knee. She brushed it away. He did it again with the same end result. And after a pause he did it once more. You couldn't deny it; he was a persistent bastard!She turned bodily towards him after the last time. He was clearly arguing with her. Not a good. Motionless, I paused savoring every sense and feeling of the situation. Slowly I slid several inches of my cock back, paused momentarily, then pushed it straight back in. How the fuck has she not woken up yet? I wondered. How the hell is this possible. Im flexing my 8 inch raging cock deep inside of her, pushing against her cervix and she is completely asleep. I could feel my excitement boiling over, knowing that soon I'd have to cum. I needed to see how far I could go, I pulled several inches. ”“What is it, Laura? Is Mom okay?”She shook her head.“They didn’t do the procedure. They did a test and discovered that she’s already pregnant. They’ve had to sedate her.”“Oh shit!”Dad was in bits, so I drove. We went in to collect Mom; she had a real haunted look and didn’t say anything at all as the nurses put her in a wheelchair and we rolled her out to the SUV. When we got home, I carried her up to her bedroom, where Dad stayed with her.Sis and I talked downstairs.“There’s no way she’ll go. I went home early and I bought several packs of beer, more than thefridge capacity indeed, to have some backup. And then I dressed "well".I knew what do you meant with that. I picked black silk stockings with agarter belt, high heel shoes, a black leather miniskirt, a tight brathat pumped my slowly growing breasts up, and a short blouse. I fixed upmy hairs, reapplied more mascara and eye shadow, a couple coats ofbright red-lipstick, and picked a couple of big earrings that I knew youliked..