It’s just that I don’t get out very often.”“Want some help picking something more suitable out to wear?” I offered.I swear I do believe I ...aw a twinkle in his eyes when he asked, “Would you please?”There really wasn’t a lot to work with. From the looks of it, most of his clothing budget went into work clothes and most of those were plain white short-sleeve shirts. I was just about to give up when Jeremy starting digging though his closet for something. He emerged holding a bag containing. We undressed, they handed us underwears but we both declined, I wanted to be naked, for her to see my hard black dick, and hopefully give me a slow jerk... man I couldn't wait. For the first half hour I was on my stomach and man could she massage, my muscles were now pretty relaxed, she asked me to turn around on my back... OH SHIT... When I looked over at my wife, she had her legs up... damn you room for being so poorly lit... that girl was in between her legs, I couldn't really see it but I. " Thank God! I've told Jenny that a thousand times and she shrugs her shoulders. How's Mandy?"I looked down at Mandy, sleeping with her head on my thigh, my balls next to her chin and my dick against her cheek. "She's all right. She's been taking good care of me." I knew she could. Hey, honey, I'm coming home soon." Really? When?" Two days. Marge and Esther are showing up, and you know I can't stand those two." Yeah, we barely got through the wedding with them. How could a good boy like Jeff. Miracles of modern technology aside, several of the ladies at church have used various old wives’ tales to determine the sex of our child and decided it’s a boy.“We don’t know it’s a ‘Jimmy’ yet. Few more weeks, they’ll do a sonogram, then they’ll be able to tell us what color to pain the nursery,” I said.“It’s a boy,” she said confidently. “I distinctly remember saying ‘All you girl sperm, hold off. I need a boy.’ So if it’s a girl, it’s YOUR fault that your sperm are as hard-headed as the.