As we separated, I looked into her eyes and saw the pure lust that she must be seeing in mine.We didn't say much at all as we left the store and heade... to my house. As I pulled into my drive, I looked over at her. I didn't know what was going to happen next but I knew I had to have her. We no sooner got the door to the house closed; we were back in a most intimate embrace. As I kissed her, I pulled at her blouse and released it from her slacks. The buttons flew and soon she had my top pulled. After that, who knew for sure, right?“Perhaps a tubal after two pregnancies per lady would be wise,” I mentioned in passing to Sandra as we watched Steve and Amrita sign the marriage license.“Not on your life, mister! We’re gonna breed, breed, and breed some more!” Sandra told me while peppering my face with so many kisses, “I love being bred by studs like you two. And I’m gonna suck your cock ... and his, every chance I get. And that’s not even counting our summer spouses, right? I hope that. He couldn't define it, but he looked forward to it. She was attractive enough and young enough looking to pass for his older girlfriend. His mother had kept herself in good condition by playing tennis, swimming, bicycling, and not eating too much fatty or starchy food. As a matter of fact, she preferred vegetarian meals, and after a while, no one noticed that there wasn't any meat in a meal.On Saturday, Jim got up early, took a short stroll around the neighborhood, still sleepy and with a hint. She hadn't thought much about that sort of thing, having been sexually inactive for almost a year now. Oh God, what if she became pregnant? Abortion? Child birth? No, she couldn't let him fuck her no matter how badly she wanted to feel that cock forcing her outer labes back, crushing her clit-shaft, tunneling into her pussy.But in spite of her silent resolve Lydia found herself fondling Tom's fat balls, feeling the shape of them through the leathery skin of his scrotum. She gently squeezed.