He walked back over to the table and tossed back the rest of his glass of wine. He lit a cigarette and walked over to the kitchen and picked up a bott...le of olive oil and brought it to the table. He poured some oil on his hand and caressed his cock, oiling it up. He finished the cigarette and picked up the bottle of oil and walked slowly over to the bed, his eyes on the girl there. She struggled a bit again, she could see the girl’s body moving, testing her bonds again, and see a little sweat on. So shestarted screwing around on me, left me, got herself pregnant, and thencame back.I accepted her and the baby as my own and we were stationed overseasfor a couple of years. I figured this would help the marriage. Itdidn't. When we move back stateside, she started screwing around anddecided she wanted to divorce me. So here's what she did. She said thatif I wanted to be born a woman, than she'd help me. She bought me thecutest panties and nighties. And let me wear them. Not when she. (I don't need EVERYONE at my apartment complex knowing what a slutty little whore I was). My husband walked in, looking completely exhausted. He shut the door, locked it, and just as he was about to remove his coverall, I stepped into view. "Damn Babe, you look fucking hot" he said. I smiled at him, knowing he had already forgotten how tired he was, and seeing the look in his eyes, I knew he was already imagining his dick in my mouth. "Go ahead and shower, I'll be waiting for you in our. “Well I mean think about it,” She began, “You have been feeling sick, you are tired, your body hurts, you have been having lots of unprotected sex. Sounds like you are pregnant to me girl.” “I need to go,” I said quickly, hanging up the phone before she had a chance to say anything up. I sprang up in my bed and hurried to get dressed. I knew this could not be right I could not be pregnant, but I needed to be able to prove that to her. I wanted to be able to tell her that I took a test and that.