My chest was tight as I slipped my fingers in and spread the drop thinly between her breasts.Her legs were easier to do. I had to stand up, which allo...wed another adjustment to my shorts. I did the bottom of her feet first making her giggle again. I worked her shins slowly, preparing myself for her thighs.She had thick, athletic thighs from the workouts on aerobic machines like the Stairmaster. I poured lotion on them, allowing myself time to look. I liked thick thighs; there was something very. ..”“Oh, don't freak out,” my wife said, straightening, her brown eyes flaring as she covered her tits. “He's a spineless—”“Shut up, Dianne!” I growled. “Kneel, uncover your tits, and wait until I'm ready for you, whore!”My thoughts blazed with pain. My wife shuddered as though my words struck her while darkness washed across my thoughts. She ripped her hands away from her tits and fell to the ground. They bounced and jiggled, round from her silicone implants. Her eyes widened. Her flushed. After only a few thrusts I simply pushed in my cock. If the mare wanted to calf from my seed, I had the right to have what I liked from her. I would give her babies, but she would give me her arse and more too.Having buggered her twice and her face in between also, I left her house at 3 pm, when the neighbours were having their siestas. A week later she sent me a sms again. She was pregnant but she wanted more. She did not know if she could live without me anymore now. It was Saturday and her. The DJ had just put on Bonnie Raitt's song... "I Can't Make You Love Me" when Sally clung to me as we slowly danced and she sobbed uncontrollably into my shoulder. Something happened in that moment. Something I'd never experienced. It felt like an electric current flowed between us and when the song was over Sally's remorse was over and the Jon thing was over...just like somebody flipped a switch. It didn't happen because she talked and got it off her chest and it didn't happen because I was.