The only two difficulties we had encountered in our marriage to that point was that Kristin had not yet become pregnant despite three years of trying ...nd my small penis. Clearly, the chances were good that one of us had a fertility problem but with my busy schedule we had not yet been able to see a specialist and take care of the problem. We were becoming more and more anxious for her to get pregnant which, in retrospect, had introduced a subtle mechanical nature to our lovemaking I could only. I removed her night pants and panties within seconds. I started my fingering and licking work as usual. She couldn’t stop me and was giving out moans softly. After about 15 minutes, she had an orgasm. I drank it completely and saw her face. She was a bit relieved now. I just put back her panties and night pants. She didn’t talk anything to me.“I am not like you. I won’t deny your happiness just because you didn’t give my birthday gift,” I said.She got up and gave me a tight hug. I didn’t talk. Rest, have a shower, the gong will go when it’s time for dinner. You’ll find clothes in the wardrobe. Choose anything, Lucy selected it all for you.”“But….”“We have plenty of time.” She bent down to kiss me then turned and I watched her beautiful body move as she left the room.~~The clothes in the wardrobe were beautiful, expensive and I chose a long, loose dark blue dress. I searched but found no underwear. The dress felt wonderful and I sat for a while, looking out of the window and trying to. In front of him was a scrapbook."Matty are you OK?"The poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin."It's OK Matt, you don't have to be embarrassed." I could see his wetcheeks glinting in the moonlight. "What have you got there?"Matt didn't say anything, although he did shuffle along to make spacefor me.I picked up the scrapbook and began turning the page. He still didn'tspeak, his breathing shallow.The book was full of pictures of men, footballers mostly. StevenGerrard featured prominently."I.