I wanted to meet this girl.I parked in a visitor's space at the front of the building. Doug hadn't described her, but I knew it must be Jessica headin... my way. She wore a ski parka, heavy twill slacks, and boots with two inch heels. Her hair, which was naturally dark, was streaked with various shades of brown and blonde."Hi," she said as she extended her gloved hand. "I'll bet you're ready to garage that convertible for the winter and want a four-wheel drive vehicle to play in the snow. What's. I turned to the Internet. I knew there were predators on the net, so I was pretty careful. One night while sitting at home brooding about my life, or lack thereof, I surfed into a site that "published" erotic stories. I blushed as I read some of them, and my womanhood started to throb, in places that I never knew had a pulse, much less life. My stomach began to ache, and as I read a story about a woman masturbating to climax, I wondered what that would feel like. I did as the character did. Aunty saw me and invited for lunch. Since she was alone at home I agreed and went for lunch. She prepared good food.We had lunch and then I asked her about her problems. She said it is her husband’s who is having sperm count less due to which she is not getting pregnant. I informed her about the IVF procedure. She said that she can’t do that and started to cry.I hugged her and was consoling her. Then suddenly she asked me can you make me pregnant? I was shocked and taken aback. I said what are. ComI’d worked with James for about 6 months. He was a very nice black guy, about the same age and we just got along very well together. I was single at the time but he was married – had been for something like 4 or 5 years then. We shared a lot of things, as closer friends do, and it became apparent that he was having some problems with his wife. Nothing really bad but a lot of little things that became larger when they added up. I won’t go into it all but she was just being a royal pain in the.