"I guess you are a tomboy..." she whispered in my ear. "You know wenever said anything about that in the contract, right?"I gulped and felt a tear go ...down my face before she stroked my face andsaid, "Don't worry, I promise I would only do that one with yourpermission. But we are going to have some problems here... Thank you forat least taking care of your nasty hair there. Let's get you diaperedand dressed so we can meet up with Daddy."I just grimly nodded as she pulled a large folded diaper. After her inlays went she and her husband were too worried as they discussed with elders. The reason they were aware, her husband had very low sperm count. Then they went to various doctors for treatment, but did not go through. Doctors also advised for sperm donor. But her husband was not ready to accept someone else sperm. After 2days his husband went to Singapore for his business tour, then she was too much worried about this, then she asked me to have dinner which I accepted. Then she was. After the fastest shave and wash up in the history of shaves and wash ups, she rubbed her body with the towel, slipped into her bathrobe and stumbled back into her bedroom. Her foot stepped into the puddle of water and on a piece of broken glass. “Fuck!” She sat back down on her bed to see the damage. There was a tiny piece sticking out of her foot and it had begun to bleed. “No, I almost made it,” she whined to herself. Somewhere in the back of her mind she surveyed the last few moments of. As my fist closed over his knob I could the sliminess of his pre-cum. “Oh man, she has such soft hands,” I heard him moan. “Is she a cock sucker mate,” the question was aimed as much at me as it was at my husband. “She used to Sid, but she hasn't sucked mine for years. She used to be really good at it.” “Do you mind if I see if she can still do it?” Sid asked. “Be my guest and if she still as good as she was you're in for a treat.” My husband moved his hands to my shoulders and pushed me to my.