"My head is buzzing", she laughed to which I had no reply. "You're a very good dancer", I told her. I must have been blushing however because like any...woman, she noticed the fear in my voice. "What are you tense about?" Nothing, I'm just tired", I replied. "Awww", she teased and opened her arms up for a big hug which I loved yet didnt really want as I felt my dick getting harder. Its at this moment I realised you just cant turn it off. No matter how much I tried begging my penis to be normal, I. Besides, if you are already pregnant then my husband is the father of your child. You say that you do not want to saddle him with that responsibility, but just maybe, he'd like to assume that responsibility. Men like to know that they are virile, you know.”“Is Naomi right, John? Could you support Wendy and me for a year or more?”“Yes Naomi is right, and yes we can and will support you for more than 1 year. All we ask in return is your continued friendship, and that includes plenty of sex, I. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's outfit showed off her long legs and clear skin wonderfully.By this time, she'd made it to the front of the line and I watched as she chatted cheerfully with the barista while he started filling her order. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those. Now her feminine nectar really started to flow, soaking my lips and chin. I was lapping up her feminine juices like a kitten with its first saucer of milk. She begged me to rise up and kiss her…I did and was shocked by what she had to say. “It tastes much better to sample my juices off your face than off my fingers,” she stated. With that statement I knew a dormant desire in her had been awakened. Dying embers of desire had been fanned into the inferno we now shared. I sat up on my.