In fact, over the course of weeks, it became very formal. And I didn’t know if I was happy about it or not. Maybe she’d decided not to indulge in ...anything anymore. I was just glad she hadn’t decided to spill it all to my mom. That would’ve been bad. She’d … grown. She was tall, I was taller. Her tits had inflated exponentially over the years. I’d been working out … sort of. But, I guess we were physically impressive to each other. She was slim, wasn’t dark, wasn’t overly fair.As the weeks. Any male I choose. Except for three occasions. Today at church, and on Wednesday and Saturday. For church, my womb goes to the highest bidder. Of course, this usually doesn't mean that I'll get knocked up right away. Usually a girls peak fertile time doesn't coincide with the church service, and that goes for me as well. As for Wednesday and Saturday, I'm at the bidding of any male that wants to dump their load in me. And since we're in the middle of a school year, I'm sort of not looking. I slid my hands up to his hips,enjoying the feel of his leg muscles and the bones of his pelvis just belowwhere his abdomen tapered upwards, solid with muscle. It was so differentfrom that of any girl I had fucked. Since he didn't tell me to stop, I ranmy hands further up, felling his chest widen as I slid them under hisshirt. I moved my hands to the front of his chest and my fingers ranacross his pecs. I lightly played with his nipples, squeezing them gentlyand feeling them harden.Jay was. He started rubbing his shaft back and forth across her lips. Her mouth opened wider inviting him to m***** her throat. How could he refuse? Here's a woman who wouldn't give her own husband a blow-job now wrapping her lips around homeless man's cock. By now her nipples were as hard as diamonds and each pinch he gave them resulted in a soft whimper from Sharon. My dick was so hard it was starting to hurt from watching his cock slide in and out of my wife's mouth. Her shirt was slowly being pulled.