Jeanne made little coo-ing sounds as she fucked his ass in slower stretches, extracting every ounce of ecstasy she could from the act. "See how worked... up I get when you're dressed properly? All it took was a little pink latex. I could fuck you all day just like this you beautiful slut, but I have an event to prepare for."She withdrew her slimy tool from his back door, the flesh exiting between the words "Jizz" and "Chute." She slapped his ass lovingly, glad to have made the words a reality. At. .. Barton Banger, hey?" she said to herself as she licked the juice of another cum off of her finger tips. * "Is she still masturbating?" asked Barton when he returned from his extended lunch. Miss Bergman looked up at the screen. "No, not at the moment," she replied. "She seems to be talking." "Talking?" queried Banger. "What about?" Miss Bergman turned up the sound. "About you, sir," she answered. "Me?!?!" he cried. "She shouldn't be talking about me! Why would she be talking. As for the costs of a growing child, I expect my income to increase. And, of course, the grandparents will want to help out.”“What about daycare and such?” I asked.“Don’t need any. I work, you take care of the kid,” she said.“I don’t know if I can do that,” I said.“Yes, you can and you will. It’s decided.”That was the end of the discussion, but only the beginning of my problems. I understood that Patty-Ann had an image of our family in her head. Her home, her husband, and her children. Someone. I lightly kiss his lips and he breathes in deeply. When his eyes open I smile at him. “Goodmorning,” I whisper, and he smiles. “Goodmorning,” he replies, his voice rough with sleep. “Don’t you need to be at work?” I ask him and kiss his cheek. “I don’t work today." He grins at me and pulls me closer, pressing his lips against mine. I move my left leg up and over his hip, both of us still completely naked under the covers, my bare cunt touching his stomach. “Is that the surprise?” I ask,.