She unlocked the front door, slipping out of her black heels as she went. She walked up the stairs miserably. She needed a glass–no, a bottle– of ...equila. And she planned to get it, as soon as she got out of this uncomfortably revealing dress she had worn to work that day. She had hoped it would entice her boss into giving her the raise. Apparently it hadnt worked. She grudgingly pulled the silky black number over her head. She admired her body with sparkling blue eyes. She scanned the full. She reached her belly button, “Belly buttons are such a useless and ugly waste of skin”, Rachel muttered as she traced the circular opening that is her “innie”. Her teenage belly had always bothered her. She rubbed both of her hands across the full length of her slightly overweight belly and thought of those extra 20 pounds she felt like she was carrying around. Rachel really only had enough weight to just curve those hips out, just enough, to scream “GRAB HERE!”“Maybe one day I will be thin. She finally laughed at me and rolled her eyes proclaiming, "You'll live". Just then a doctor with dark hair pulled back in a pony tail, standing about 5'9, with a thicker frame walked in. She introduced herself, and asked me some questions about my family history. She tried to reassure me that the procedure would only take a minute or two, and possibly faster if I relaxed. She had me lean over the table with my ass in the air. The doctor put on a latex glove and covered her finger and around my. She knew all the best positions to get it in deeper and stand the best chance for impregnation, but she had never experienced the coupling process with a real live cock attached to a real live man. Cathleen figured it was best left to her future husband to decide when she was to take it all inside her tight little Mary Jane.Cathleen had usually been confessed by old Father Shea ever since she could remember and he always gave her one "Our Father" and three "Hail Mary's" no matter what she said.