We're very happy together.My wife, Lauren, is forty-two. She has auburn hair, a curvy body and huge breasts. She has a little belly now, adorned with ...eautiful stretch marks. They're kind of decorations that remind me of when she was pregnant. Pregnant sex was always a special interest of mine.Neither of us believe that women should shave; hair adds interest to a woman's body. Lauren's body is definitely interesting. I notice young guys looking at her whenever we go out. I'm not sure if she. I followed this up with a mental order, "You will never reveal any powers I posses to another living soul! Never!"Then I explained my waking up in the hospital and what I had learned about my abilities. I gave her a small demonstration by drawing her spoon across the table to me. To say she was shocked and curious at the same time was an understatement.For a minute she looked around and said, "Do you see the man sitting across the room there. Can you tell me what he is thinking?" Let me try!" I. The words came spilling out of her. "So, like, we know you're all hot for Valerie and so we all decided to give you a little space while Miss DeLuca tried to get you two together so you could give her a 'proper goodbye' with lots of fucking and sucking and all that stuff." She took a deep breath. "We were hoping you'd even have a seizure so you could claim her and make her one of yours." Um, what?" So the hare-brained scheme of Marissa's to set me up with Valerie wasn't just hers, they'd all. All I could do was to force my face into Eric's neck to muffle my cries of pain and passion. I reached up and grabbed my feet and pulled them as wide as I could. Eric lifted his self from my chest and placed his hands on the back of my thighs. Holding my legs down like that, I was defenseless to abate his onslaught. Eric alternately pounded and grinned deeply into my bowels, My head was tossing to and from as Eric plowed into my behind. I could only moan softly as to not be heard by any one.