The clothes are just my clothes. Awaiting my monthly visitor...normal. Being a woman in society, in my home, in a relationship is...normal. It's ju...t my life now. Nothing unusual about any of it.Even the formerly unthinkable possibility of one day having kids.Getting pregnant, having a baby, is no longer impossible or out of thequestion. Emily hadn't been able to bear children. For some reason,neither of us were that keen on adoption. If we were going to devoteour lives to raising some. Although I enjoyed the compliment, I never replied. I just pulled back my hips and gave her one hard thrust as deep as I could go. Her head reared back and she let out an “Ah” with her eyes closed. I repeated the same motion a few times before pulling most of the way out and fucking her steadily at the entrance of her pussy. I could hear the sound of her wetness and looked down to see my cock glistening from her juices. The clear juicies quickly turned to white creaminess and I could hear her. She felt guilty as sin thinking that she had cheated on me, became a naughty little slut, and liked being touched by other woman. She finally thought despite the fear and guilt she felt, she had to tell me anyway because it's the right thing to do.She prepared herself that afternoon for me, she put on her crotchless panties underneath a nurse costume I bought her last halloween. She always stay braless at home, so she did not bother to wear one. With a little bit of makeup done she fixed her. Do you know how awful I would have felt if Kim had gone running out of here?" Then turning to Kim once again she added, "I'm really sorry Kim I should have waited and let Sam tell you in his own way. I promise to change my ways." I love you just the way you are you little spit-fire. Don't you dare change a thing," I told Vicky then I pulled her over onto my lap and started kissing her on the neck."Ahh, oh stop, stop Sam that tickles." She said through her giggles."Say uncle and I'll let you sit.