Didn’t seem to know what to do. Finally, ever so slowly, she reached over and reluctantly touched the guy’s cock, then gripped it softly. I couldn...��t see her face without her seeing me so only watched her actions. She stroked it slowly for a moment and then got up and redid her clothing. I moved back outside the doorway and stood looking at the autumn leaves. She came out and didn’t say a thing about her experience, but I could see that she was flushed. I was excited that she actually touched. She answered my ad, and I was in awe. First, oddly, I fell in lust with her mind. We were able to speak upon the most intelligent things. Plus she was tall! I love tall women!Inside, she is the most sweet and kind woman you could've met in person.I was straight up in introducing her into my fetish. She did not care. It was all cool, and even offered to paint them many times. The only problem was that she didn't like her feet being touched; but as soon as I got my hands on them--it was all okay.. Trust me, when it’s a child, those you cherish.”“Even if you aren’t allowed to keep the child? Not meaning to be cruel, but ... I was wondering.”“Not cruel at all. I knew the way things would work out from the beginning. Narrowly missed carrying a child for a real son-of-a-bitch. The disposition of his children always relies on the flip of a coin. Heads, he takes them. Tails, he leaves them with the mother to raise. Tends to leave surrogate mothers fucked up, no matter the outcome.“It’s easier. I just didn’t feel that we could or would make it to those days. Our date night hadn’t been anything I had hoped it would be, but I should have realized that Carl would be at a loss as to why I had felt I needed to move out, and then the underlying tension added to that mess. I found that the only things I had to talk to Carl about were my job. I hadn’t been at home for a month, and Carl wasn’t being very forthcoming on life without me. I had hoped that he’d be trying to bend over backwards to.