I considered what to wear with the skirt. I needed a perfect top for my date. I didn't have time to find a bra, but I remembered the exact blouse I ne...eded. It was a white blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.Perfect.I fetched the white blouse out of my closet while bubbling with excitement. My nipples tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would love how I was dressed. He would absolutely approve. There would be no anger from him. Why had I even wanted to disappoint him? I couldn't. "David, you're going to be an uncle in about seven months." Needless to say that Lisa was with child.Mark spoke up and smiled, "Damn guys, you ruined my surprise. Linda is pregnant with our third child. She's around two months gone also. I think it was the all night fuck fest that she and I had." He looked at me and smiled. Even Dan didn't know about that. It was a secret between Mark, Linda and me. Of course I'm sure Linda told Lisa, because they kept no secrets from each other.I kept my. . running her hands along the side of her velvetdress... "You're not going to reach down your skirt?" That's your job," she declared imperiously. "I'm beginning to wonder. Ihaven't even started to transform."She grinned impishly. "Oh, you think so? Help me make the bed."I grabbed one end of the bedsheets and drew them tight while she got theother. "What, is it happening? And I just can't see it?" You'll see." When we finished the comforter, she went over to the couchand picked another blanket. May that African fertilized baby be well loved and cherished always!]I'm watching my sleeping wife's peaceful face, and as I do, I cannot help but think back to early that summer when she and I were in Kenya on our 'vacation.' We did our share of sightseeing (the wildlife parks there were truly amazing), but our main objective for being there was to meet up with Omar, an older Zambian African male who was working in Kenya for the season, in order for my wife and he to make a baby together.As I.