After it was over, she told me that Ron had left her in the bed, and a few minutes later Charles had come in naked and had gotten in bed with her. And...then he fucked her too. After Charles fucked her he left and Ron came back and he and Dannie fucked several more times through out the night. And that turned out to be the beginning of the end of our marriage. She began seeing Ron several times a week, and had sex with him and Charles, and a few other friends of Rons too. It was good for me at. Blake, who I had assumed was a hormonal overgrown boy, had wisdom beyond his years. I knew that being with him had permanently altered me. Even if Nick and I left this settlement as a couple, for the rest of my life I would ache to be fucked by Blake. No matter what Nick did, no matter how good a lover he might be in any future we shared, I would still wish for Blake’s touch and presence, his firm jaw, his broad shoulders, his soft kisses, his wondrous tongue, his strong arms, and yes, his. We can adopt but who knows how long the process will take, and artificial insemination is too costly..." She took a deep breath before beginning to speak again. "We think that you should impregnant Angela," she said in one long exhaltation. She seemed to be searching my face for some sort of reaction; I just sat there passively and absorded all the information. I'm sure it must have seemed to her and odd request for her son to impregnated her lesbian lover. The idea had already given me a. After "dinner and a movie" (McDonald's and a 007 flick), we parked up on a point above the local lake. Adjourning to the back seat, Bob proceeded to clumsily kiss, grope and drool on me for a while. I really wasn't getting anything out of the encounter, so I decided to raise the stakes and pulled down his zipper. I played with his 5-inch erection for a bit, then he raised my skirt and pulled down my panties. Finally I just said "what the hell" and let him inside me, figuring that maybe I'd get.