Ferguson, said to call her by her name now that I was a woman. It felt kinda nice, being treated all grown up and all, but it still felt weird calling...her by her first name. She was really old, like forty or something.We spent half an hour in the aisle that held all the woman’s products. Pads, pads with wings, panty liners, tampons, heavy, medium and light ... so many options! And the questions she asked me! I thought I would burst into flames, I was so embarrassed. Still, once she explained. The girls finally relented, but insisted I take along some nice clothes in the event we went out to eat. It was funny, because I was not used to being the big man in charge. I was always just one of the guys getting something done. This was going to be different.Sue and Mercy insisted that I take someone along that could be my support person, like a secretary. I kept saying that Michelle could take care of anything that came up, and that I was not helpless. If Deanne was not pregnant, she would. Pehle maine usse choomna suru kiya, pehle uske lal-lal galo pe maine chumban suru kiya, main uske hoto pe apne hot rakh diye aur uske rasile hoto ko chomne laga, uske hot sachmuch me bahut hi rasile the, maine apni jeeb uske muh me dal diya usne bhi apna jeeb mere muh me daal diya, mughe bahut aachha lag raha tha, phir main uske breast ko dhire-dhire dabane laga, abhi hum bed par baithe the isiliye tikh se kuch jam nahi raha tha, maine uske t- shirt aur jeans utar diye, aur ab wo mere samane. While much of our love making was very slow and romantic, occasionally things got a little wild like this."Baby, he is hard again" Reagan said breathlessly. "Thank you love!" Katie said as she scrambled on the bed. She climbed on me and Reagan guided my cock into Katie's tight pussy.Katie leaned forward and pressed her boobs in my face letting me suck on them. I tasted her motherly milk. Her breasts still were perfectly shaped even after pregnancy and months of milk production. Reagan.