I want to fuck my cum into you and knock you up, Baby. I want to see you pregnant. I’m gonna get you pregnant. Tell me you want me to get you pre...gnant.” He continued to slam his babymaking tool inside her, the tip of it now pressing against her developing uterus. The walls of her vagina remained glove tight. “Okay, Daddy. Get me pregnant. Want to fuck a girl with a baby in her belly? I want you to put that baby in me.” She was drunk with lust and surrounded in his fantasy. This drove. Peter was sitting under his usual tree when she arrived, but instead of standing up, he extended a hand, as if for assistance, and when she grasped it, pulled her tumbling into his lap and kissed her. Which wasn’t easy, because she was laughing so hard.“You jerk,” she said, reaching up in mock-anger to pull his hair, then pulling his head down to kiss him again. “And what was the idea of grabbing me in the hall today? I thought we were staying invisible.”He grinned sheepishly. “Ah, I. I, like Marc, knew that we would have no contact for four or five weeks, though Marc would see but not be allowed to communicate with Mya, on that mid-term club night, and would no doubt, I hoped, enlighten me as to her situation, on his return home. The next part of this story I have had to piece together from the whole months disjointed memories Mya has now given me, and scraps, ( she couldn’t keep notes or a diary) and odd bits I have gleaned from Marc, who`s good man, but not the world`s. Bobby was just about to give in to his own rising desire to slide his cock into her soaking wet honey trap, when Angie suddenly went stiff and her eyes rolled back into her head, micro gushes of cunt juice and piss sprayed his cock and balls. For Angie that split second felt like an eternity between heaven and hell, then suddenly inside her head fireworks exploded and whistles went off. Bobby felt a little scared for it was the first time he had seen a woman let alone his wife react so.