" K." I call this one the octo-mom." He laughed sharply. "Honey. You lovewhen men fuck you. You love it so much. You feel empty without a cockin yo.... You want to feel men cumming inside you. No condoms for you,Honey. You want... to get pregnant. You want to have men fill you up.You won't feel fulfilled or complete until a man gets a baby growinginside you. You will stay sexy and attractive so that you can get mento get you pregnant. You want eight babies. Eight. You love. "I missed seeing you this week," Anna said in his ear, her voice soft andfilled with her love for him. Her tongue slid out and touched the lobe ofhis ear, making him hiss in pleasure. She'd always known his littlepleasure points to press to drive him crazy. "You have no idea how manyerections I've gotten over the past week just thinking about your sweetlittle body."With that said, her hands began to roam his body, one slide down to cupone of his ass cheeks, squeezing it. The other hand moved. He asked me if I could lift my shirt up to expose my belly, and gently rest my hands on it. It seemed like an odd request to me, but I did it anyways. I lifted my shirt up a bit and struck the pose. We moved over to his sofa, where I sported more arousing poses: lying on my back with my hands over my hand, my hands in between my things, resting on my size in the classic “draw me like one of your French girls” poses. I even went a bit of the extra mile, and unbuttoned my jeans without Paul. Fortunately, the morning guard shift was late this morning because we were running about fifteen minutes late on our regular schedule due to her insistence on some early morning loving that lasted too long for comfort. Not that I wasn’t completely at fault in that department because my case of early morning hard wood was getting worse the older I got instead of the other way around.I was reminded of the many stories I had heard from my famous one-night stands about their boyfriends and husbands.