"Aren't you in the army?" she said, stretching her hem again and showing me a good bit of patterned stocking, booted ankle and shapely leg."Oh no, not... me," I said. "I work on the docks mostly." Isn't there a loyal militia?" Think so," I said. "Where's your baggage?" At the barracks, but..." She stopped and we both heard footsteps on the low ceiling just above our heads. She stood, handed me her half-full glass and picked up her coat, shaking it out and folding it over her arm. "Well," she said,. While Greg was at work the next day Emily started devising a plan to get herself pregnant. She loved her husband very much and just wanted them to be happy and have a happy family. She was willing to do whatever it takes. She made an ad on the internet for a breeding event with a portal that sends applicants to her email. Applicants must be male and under 45 years old and in good physical condition and no STD's. Within hours her inbox was flooded with over 200 applicants, way more than she had. "Yes, but..."He waited."It's embarrassing," she said."How embarrassing could something be after what we've already shared?"Her eyes came back to his."You really don't understand how I feel right now ... do you." Again, it was a comment rather than a question.He tried to be as serious as he could."After what happened back there," he paused to use the same thumb motion she had, "I might understand how you feel better than you think. Nothing like that has ever happened to me. I mean I've never. You didn't leave. You stayed, meaning you want to fuck me just as much as I want to fuck your tight little pussy."I stare at him, shaking my head. Denying everything he just said. "No, no, that's not true. I don't. No." Yeah? Explain your dripping cunt then, fucking bitch."I wince at his harsh words and tears run down my face as I continue to deny everything. "No, we can't. We can't do this," I say. "You want my big cock in your pussy. Come on, you don't need to deny it." I-I don't," I say,.