The heat of my passion for my husband rippled through me. I kissed him harder, thrusting my tongue into his mouth while I squirmed.Chaun broke the kis.... “You love it.”“I love you,” I answered, my breasts heaving. “You.”He pulled his finger from my clit. It glistened in the candlelight. He pressed it to my lips. I sucked it greedily, savoring my sweet musk. My eyes fluttered. I wished it were his cock I was sucking, not his finger.I twisted in his arms and fell to my knees before him, my hands. Her fingers lightly dusted the ridges of my private place. I let out a sigh and my eyes drifted closed. She was exploring me, testing to see what touching me made me do. I was very slippery down there and just adored how her fingers felt, probing, discovering me. She began to run up and down on the sensitive skin and I felt myself humping up and down with her hand."Oh Brit, that feels so good," I whispered, almost like a plea not to stop. She kept doing it for a few minutes, then 5, then what. I want to feel him relax between my thighs as I release my grip around himand he gently begins to kiss my breasts.As we cuddle together and enjoy the warm afterglow of our lovemaking, Iwant my pregnancy to have begun.I want so desperately to grow his baby inside of me, to bear his childrenand to be a mother. I want nothing more than to be a wife and a mother.I want to feed our baby from my breasts and care and nurture her as only amother can.I want to be there for her through periods, boys,. . You will endure this for me. You want your last time to be meaningful, don't you? When I have use for you? To be my champion, one last time?”He exhaled deeply, the pain and frustration of age exiting with it. He steeled himself, emboldened by her words and her loving touch. “Yes, Mistress. Of course. I'm sorry for bringing it up. A moment of weakness for which I should be punished.”She grabbed the back of his hood and pulled his face from her chest. “I'll decide when you should be punished..