I need to make a baby, please!” Mrs. Gary finally told me their real given names.“So, why corner me specifically?” I confronted Natasha now, lik...ng her very much indeed.“Two reasons. One, you’re the last one to know about this, having collapsed and blacked out while many of us enjoyed your body, it seems. Two, when you are alert, you seem like the natural leader of this little group or club or whatever. You can make sure that I get enough sperm to get me pregnant! I’m not fertile again until. Dose the wine, both of ours would be "dosed" I love the whooshy feeling that codine gives you, not to much though, just enough to loosen her up.At 10:14 she is waiting at the door, I answer before she has a chance to ring the bell. She takes a step back and sucks in her breath, I would have down the same if someone answered the door wearing a silk hot pink nightie."You must be Sam, I'm sorry I was getting ready to get comfy with a glass of wine to go with my pizza, would you like to join me?". ”“Well I almost am in this suit.” She replied. “But don't change the subject, I know what you were thinking.”“OK, fine. You're right. I just don't see what's so bad about me wanting you to be pleasured over and over until you are completely satisfied. You can't tell me you've never thought about it.”“Yeah, I've thought about it, but the right circumstances never came up, and now I'm married – happily. Besides, I'm a mom now, and too old for that kind of thing. Hot guys don't want to have sex. She had on a sexy black chiffon dress. It had tiny spaghetti straps holding up the slinky low cut top. The bottom was full and hung sexily from her hips. Underneath, she had on a pair of black thigh high nylons. She bit her lip in indecision then reached over and picked up a pair of black silk panties. A little sigh escaped her lips as she pulled the tiny panties up her thighs. Before they covered her crotch, she looked one last time at her smoothly shaven sex lips. John always wanted her to.