I was upset."Afroza, I can't go back out there again dressed like this. I don'twant Steve groping me again. I need you to help me put on my Burqa."F...r the first time since I was a little boy I was crying. Men don't crydo they? But how could I, dressed as a playboy bunny, in the Ladieschanging room, think of myself as being even remotely Male? I hadpermission to cry and it felt good to just let go."Well of course I will, Nasrullah, but you do look cute as a playboybunny, so you mustn't hold. “That mean things are going to change?” “Most definitely,” she said, beaming. “I’m pregnant.” “Holy crap!” I said. I realized that I was nearing 50 and was about to be a father. Shania’s joy was infectious. Throughout the pregnancy, the hormonal changes, even the bouts with morning sickness, Shania simply radiated an aspect of pure delight. I learned to be a coach. When Erica Shania entered the world I was humbled, overwhelmed, and amazed to behold my stunning wife holding the product of our. “It’s okay dad, I promise,” I assured him. His eyes stayed focused on booth one’s fingers as they slid in and out of me. I couldn’t tell if he was ready to break the guy’s hand or if he was just amazed that I was allowing it. Booth one slid a second finger inside me and I couldn’t help but moan a little. Sure, it was a complete stranger, but I was allowed to enjoy it. Dad shifted in his seat. Booth one pulled his fingers out of me and pushed his cock through, now rock hard, and pushed against. Slowly she grasped her panties and teased them down to her knees. I could hardly contain my excitement as he shaven pussy was revealed. I could feel her warmth radiating onto my leg and I braced myself for what was to come. Her right hand moved and grabbed my cock with a firm hand. As she rubbed the tip between her legs for a few seconds I began to feel myself slip inside her. She and I both quivered as she moved down with me penetrating deeper as she sat face to face with me holding her close..