At this point I was in deep denial about the pregnancy, but complete and utter acceptance of her obvious dallies outside matrimony.She was scared, and...seemed to be ready to cry. We still hadn't spoken since she had produced the test kit from the bag. She was terrified, but as I accepted the reality that my sexy wife was a pregnant slut, I grew hot with excitement. The only nagging fear I felt was the worry that the father might be white. I remember contemplating how odd that was, because we. Suddenly, he reached in and hauled everything out. The log of vein-bulging flesh rose and fell in slow, lumbering jerks. It was growing. His massive, hairy balls were heavy, hanging over the elastic waistband. He inched closer. A pungent smell caused a visceral reaction. Something in my groin tightened. I didn’t understand what was happening. I slid my legs off the bed and sat up. The smooth, warm knob touched my lips. It didn’t feel anything like what I had imagined. I was terrified, on the. Thelarge clear plastic bag was made for garment storage but, as I worked it up herbody, she fit inside very nicely.?Sitting her up I gathered the top of the bag around her neck ready totape it closed but first poured in two bottles of baby oil. AllowingMary to fall back I started to massaged her entire body through the plastic;rolling her from side to side until she was completely coated with the oil. Kneelingbeside her on the bed I allowed my left hand to kneedher breasts and their erect. This did lead to me getting hold of a pair of her panties one time, can’t remember exactly how, think they were all drying on the banister or somewhere but I did manage to sneak one in my pocket and take home. Thus it started, I used to wear them secretly in bed and hide them under the mattress. I used to get so hard that I would ache and soon relieve myself only to then fall asleep in themThis led to me wearing my mother’s girdle and stockings with Mary’s panties, by now I was masturbating so.