There were two queen-sized beds in the room. We moved to the beds, him on one, me on the other. He stripped out of his clothes, revealing his perfect ...ight-inch cock. I wanted it so bad, but had to respect his wishes.I just had to push the limits some. I moved to his bed and moved so I was lying down with my face between his legs. I wanted a close-up view of him stroking his cock. I was so close, I was breathing my hot breath on his cock (still not touching, right?). This was driving him. I have the normal naked-but-invisible feeling as I walk through the hotel. I go straight to his room and I knock on the door precisely at nine PM. He opens it and I see the look of disappointment on his face and decide not to torture him by remaining silent. Perhaps I am afraid that he really will not recognize me by sight alone. "Good evening, Sir. Your loving wife has sent me as a gift. The gift you requested is unavailable. Hopefully, I am an acceptable substitute." The looks on his face are. Thank you for making theeffort, I do notice. When this is over I'd love for us to go clothesshopping together."Sue glanced down and observed his nails. She pulled them to the tabletop to get a better look. Sue beamed a self-satisfied smile and said,"Bobby your nails are spectacular. You used my present that makes mehappy. The saloon here really does a top notch job. Which girl did youget, Sylvia? I hope; she's the best." No, actually it was Fran."Sue thought for a moment, "You mean the. He was right. I was a cow; a plump, contented cow. And he was my bull. My fattened bosom swayed gently as I got on my hands and knees and placed a pillow under my belly. I sighed lustily as his hard prick slid into me. OOO I wanted it so bad. His hands roamed all over my ripe curves as he fucked me, my ass and thighs jiggling as my boobs slapped together. "You like being knocked up, don't you," he grunted between thrusts. I panted that all I wanted anymore was to be his wife and have his kids..