"I loved it. He fucked me like I have never been fucked in my whole life," she almost whispered."Do you want it to happen again?" God forgive me, but ...es I want it again. I love you and don't want to endanger that. But I want his cock, again," she whispered."OK, should I set something up for this weekend?"Yes, but I want you there and just because I'm fucking Alex, don't get any ideas about fucking some other woman!"Then she said quietly, "Why don't we go upstairs and play?"Ann lay on her back. So when she came back from the kitchen with my breakfast I started to put my plan into action. I dove straight into her mind and begun making her want to be humiliated filling her with the idea that seeing me fuck some other girl would be hot. Then I filled her with the Want to ask me if I would go along with it. And almost immediately she asked if she could ask me something crazy. I knowingly said of course. And it bust from her mouth like a dam had burst. Baby if I can make it happen would. Then they filled out her bras and grew to somewhere between ‘B’ and ‘C’. Is there a B½? She has Irish white skin and her nipples are a wonderful rosy pink and are about the size of my pinky finger when fully aroused. We found out after the first pregnancy that she can feed an entire herd of babies with the milk she produces. It is uncanny! She enjoys nursing any of the babies and her spouses.The Strawberry Patch is impressive enough that I named the book after it. She has a bright rich red bush. "Luckily the crowd has thinned a bit, so I don't get too many dirty looks as I follow Jessica out of the restaurant. She, of course, seems oblivious to the hawkish glances from older women (and gape-mouthed stares from older men) who track our progress toward the exit. Once out on the sidewalk, we amble side-by-side around the corner toward the parking lot.Jessica's Nissan is parked in the sun. It looks spotless."Nice car," I offer as she defeats the remote alarm."Thanks. I have kind of a thing.