" I noticed she was looking at the clothes airer upon which I was hanging my freshly washed underwear. She seemed to be admiring some of the items qui...zically. "How come?" "I don't know," was my response. "They look so much better than tights. They feel better too. I think when I wear stockings I just feel sexier. More feminine." She seemed satisfied with this answer and seemed to drift off into her own little world for a while. "I've never tried them," she said, seemingly snapping back into. It was no longer a secret. If ever the time to'drop out' and disappear was needed, it was now!I chose my moment as close to my time as I could. There could be nogoing back on parturition now. The puppies were too far gone.Cautiously I prepared the ground over the last weeks of pregnancy. Oneafternoon, when things were really quiet, I invited Jack into myapartment. He knew immediately that it was something important becausemy apartment was sacrosanct. Nobody but nobody was ever invited into my. "A sperm can only survive so long in the air. Well... Nothing is totally safe, is it? You might be a daddy even before you've... You know?" she giggled happily."I don't believe you!" I blurted."Oh no? What about this then?"Slowly she hoisted her skirt up till I could clearly see the bottom of her panties. I sank down on my knees on the soft ground and closely inspected the panties, well, to be honest, I looked more at what that was faintly visible through the thin material. I could clearly see. ''Ok, what about it?' I said, feeling my own cock begin to get hard just from the memory.'I hope i didn't freak you out. I never did anything like that before.''I've never see anything like that before, so. Look man...............''It's just I get really horny when I'm working out. I mean I have to concentrate so I don't get a hard on while I'm getting pumped. One day while I was lifting I started to get hard and I nearly popped the stitches in my pants. I love when people look at my body. I.