’ With that she leant up, kissing him. The passion being released, she knew she wanted him, her body was aching for him, she wanted to feel his fir... body up against her. As they kissed, his hands came up underneath her sweater. She pulled away giggling. ‘So you’re going to tell me your hands are cold right?’ He laughed, and drew her up into him again, feeling his hardness pushing into her. Never before had a woman got him so aroused just from kissing. He knew she would pull away when she. ‘You’re beautiful. You should be a model,’ was all I heard from the time I was six or seven. My parents didn’t push it, but they let Jack set up a few gigs for me. They absolutely forbade me to enter any beauty pageants. I think they were disappointed that I didn’t have more brains than beauty.”“But...” I began.“Shhh,” she cut me off. “This is my story—a bedtime story I’m telling my lovers.” She untied her belt and let the robe slide down her shoulders. Her head was lifted and she used a finger. "We fill that with warm water and lay there drinking in the evenings" she explained noticing my expression. (The prototype hot tub!!)She led me to their very large garage and showed me inside "Mmm, nice" I said totally unimpressed.I turned to Ann, only to find her stood with her button fronted dress being held wide open! "Mmm, nice" I heard myself saying again with no conviction."What do you think" she said as I eyed her up. "Not my fucking type at all" I thought as I said "Nice, yeah nice"She. I pissed after she entered it.Once in the shower with her, and she began soaping my half-hard penis, she asked, “Why did you ask them about being on the pill?”I sighed and began washing her, “You’ll think it unbelievable, or worse, incredibly bragging.”She laughed. “Everything’s been pretty unbelievable lately, if not entirely impossible.”“True,” I chuckled. “I seem to have this ability or curse to ... make women want to fuck me. And not just fuck, but become pregnant.”“Like me?” she asked,.