. . yes, honey." Are you sure you're 'up' for a blow job, Daddy?" I teased as I stroked his cock and kissed it lovingly. "What with your broken leg an... all?" Oh honey . . . please . . . please suck . . . please suck my cock," he stammered, his eyes begging even more than his words."Do you want to cum in my mouth, Daddy, and all over my face?" Yes baby . . . oh yeah I do . . . ohhh yeah . . . please . . . please . . . suck me."Not only could I tell he was 'up' for a blow job, I could tell he was. My hunch is that the episode imprinted itself on a non-reasoning, more primitive part of my brain. That part of my brain equates the survival of the child growing inside me with its own survival. Any other possible explanation borders on the supernatural which scientists reject out of hand since it's something that can't be reproduced under laboratory conditions. So there you are. You're the walking, talking Holy Grail of pheromone research. No woman of child-bearing age can resist you."I. Cat fed I headed for the stairs. “Hello?”, I called out. I knew nobody was there but it just felt safer. I took the stairs slowly, one at a time. I had never done anything like this before and I was so nervous about it. When I reached the top and turned onto the landing there it was, the washing basket! I could not believe it. This was going to be so easy. I dipped my head into the rooms to again double triple check it was just me around. I didn’t want to get caught before I had even had a. Kate is 39 , married and has 4 k**s, she lives relatively local to me so it was quite easy to meet up.We got talking over a course of a few weeks , exchanged numbers and started to flirt more and more each day, then one night I thought I'd try my luck and asked for a sexy pic, she was a little hesitant at first but she soon sent me a picture of her amazing breats, they were so perfectly shaped and natural. I returned the favour and sent in some less raunchy pictures whilst she was sending me.