My true intentions are to direct Sir Henry's royal seeds into my baby-making vagina to enhance my familial position.Should my husband desire to use th... willing mouths and ready bums of available females for his sporting pleasure, the more power to him. I am certain that with our difference in ages, it will be not many years before he will slow down enough to seldom venture beyond the spousal bed. Perhaps that is when I will have an opportunity to expand my sexual repertoire with discreet male. No Futa.No Simpsons characters, since I already have one story about the Simpsons.Minium length of chapters are 2 paragraphs-10 coherent sentences.No hard BDSM.Owner and creator of this story reserves the right to approve or not a particular chapter even if that one doesn’t break any of the previous mentioned rules.No underage sex, teenager characters ONLY can have ENF adventures or something like that, no sex, blowjob, etc.After saying the general and expandables rules (I can add more rules if. He walked over to the couch. "Mickie?"She was sound asleep, on her side with her hands cutely gathered in front of her. He couldn't help but smile as she snoozed away, totally oblivious to anything. An unruly lock of hair dangled over her cheek. He reached down and gently brushed it away, gazing at her sleeping form, tiny and vulnerable. He gently brushed her cheek to wake her up.Michelle felt his hand softly make contact with her cheek, which slowly roused her from her nap. She sleepily. "There's more, isn't there?" I asked after a moment."Yes. It's a very difficult and chancy thing to do." She waited until I opened my eyes to finish. "We are very much great predators; once we see, smell or taste blood, we go into a frenzy that is almost impossible to resist. So it's a double-damned situation: the feeding frenzy on one hand, the terrible pain on the other." And you don't remember?" I was already in so much pain that it made little difference." She sighed. "I forgot Connor.