“You know I just did that as a goof, just to fuck with your head.” He took a long drag on his cigarette and sighed as he exhaled it. “I know. Bu... what troubles me is how I haven’t been able to get it off my mind. Patty and I must have worked off five pounds each, fucking and sucking over the weekend. But I still couldn’t get my mind off…that.”As he said that, I noticed that he appeared to have a raging hard-on. “Swear to God, I’m not queer.” Ron said. “But … oh, shit. I want you to suck it. I pulled the foreskin back from its smooth head and lowered my face to his groin though I didn’t take his cock into my mouth. Instead, I blew on its tip and drew my tongue across the tiny lips on top of his smooth head, my hand rising and falling on the still-soft shaft beneath.“Mmmmm,” he sighed, his eyes closing.My husband’s warm, handsome face was raised to the ceiling and showed every sign of pleasure but there was no sign of his cock hardening in my hand. I pumped it more vigorously,. I hadn’t ever been with a girl, and neither did I really understand the concept of what my neighbour was going to introduce me too soon enough. But that story is for another time. This is about the visit to the doctor that changed a lot of things in my life. So, I set up an appointment. Now, Kristen had told me that this particular doctor was extremely meticulous the first time round, and she wouldn’t mind taking up to 2 hours for just a simple check up if she had to. Well, I was soon about to. ”“I taught her some ... new moves,” Dad said, breaking out into a big grin.“Sit down, we’re making breakfast,” Lynn said. “Are scrambled eggs OK?”The look between our mother and father was fascinating, as they kissed each other.“Are we going to have a baby brother or sister anytime soon?” I asked.“I am not only 42,” Sonia said, “But after having a miscarriage two years after your brother was born, I had a partial hysterectomy, so I can’t get pregnant again.”Dad was quick to remark, “It.