What would I need ovulation control for?” I pondered a minute, counted days in my head and didn’t like the result ... so I counted on my fingers. ...ame damn result. “Feel my forehead,” I requested.He did. “You’re warm.”“Shit!”“What?”“Exactly halfway between periods.”“I wasn’t planning on being a Daddy,” he said.“I wasn’t planning on being a mom,” I said. “How many times?”“What?”“Did I surrender to your manly charm?”“I don’t know ... six or seven...” he said. “What is your name?”Now he asks ... I. ******************************************************************************************After being fucked and left covered in spunk I staggered to the shower and cleaned up, then though about Alfredo's last words to get in some of my wifes sexy gear.Of course, as a macho straight male, I couldn't obey that, but the sex had been terrific and it wouldn't do any harm to look.When Alfredo returned to the room he found me tottering . She spread her legs apart so Angel could feel her up even better.‘Yeah,’ Angel said. ‘You like that don’t you?’‘I love it.’ Jane said groggy.Angel fidgetted with the zipper and a moment later she’d opened Jane’s pants. She slid her hand into the panties. Warm agile fingers were now exploring Jane’s pussy. Arousal swirled through her body and involuntarily her hips started rocking, trusting forward, frotting herself against Angels fingers.Her mind befuddled, so in love, so perfect. Her pussy. Walter ist 55 Jahre alt und Physiker von Beruf. Er würde sich selber aber als Erfinder bezeichnen. Er hat in seinen jungen Jahren ein paar Bücher veröffentlicht von denen er immer noch gut Leben kann. An der Universität hält er als Professor ein paar Vorlesungen pro Semester, aber die meiste Zeit verbringt er in seinem privaten Labor. Er weiß, dass er seine Frau dabei ziemlich vernachlässigt, allerdings hat sie sich auch seit sie im Fitnessbereich so erfolgreich ist auch ziemlich verändert..