Michael seemed to enjoy having a pregnant wife and our sex life wasgood but after my second trimester I satisfied him in other ways thanvaginally.We n...med our daughter Michelle after Michael and our son Donald afterme, Donna.My breasts were full and I had no problem feeding my babies and Icannot fully express the sheer delight of feeding a human being fromone's own body.The babies thrived and I found such a joy at being a mother that Icould never had guessed possible. I loved my husband and my. His hands went around my head and he took a handful of my hair and pulled my head into his pelvis. His dick was now hitting the back of my throat. "Mmm. Oh Baby." His said horsey. He thrust into my mouth harder and began to cum. I tried to get every drop. Some leaked out of my mouth and went on to my cheek. When he pulled out he was soft. "Good girl." Coach Ryan said as he zip up his pants. "Here's your punishment. I want you to keep this inside you till I take it out of you later today." Coach. I dreamed this fantasy all through church and at one point Mrs. B. had to nudge me; she new I was “somewhere else.”Once we were back at their house, the girls went up to change while Mr. B. told me that I should pay attention in church. I apologized and said I was missing my parents. He said that he understood and Mrs. B. said that was “sweet.” I went upstairs to change my clothes, too, but when I got into the girl’s room I saw that they hadn’t changed anything; hadn’t even taken their shoes. I looked up at her and smiled. "Good luck, Celeste," I told her."You know, I don't think I'll need it, not now," she replied. Smiling again, she left.Susan giggled. "Just two 'you knows, '" she said. "And six, no seven, sentences. Wow." Smart-ass," I teased her."It is, actually," she responded in kind. "Ooh, maple." Huh?" I just sat down on your French toast; that's the flavor." Yuck," I said. "Sit down on your own damn food." I will if I ever get an ass to sit down on again," she said,.