I wanted kids as well but I wanted it after I was established, but Melie would have none of that. She felt that we should have kids while we were stil...l young so that we'd get to see our grandchildren, not as old people but as relatively young parents.Then entered Jeff Jr. and Grace, after Melie's mother. Melie had wanted me to use my son as a bridge between her father and me but I would have none of that. My first son would bear my name. Melie was stubborn but when I wanted, I could be. I struggled for release for some time before giving up. I got up to take a look at myself in the mirror. I thought I looked rather silly, dressed as I was in a black rubber leotard with grotesque over-sized labia, and pubic hair sprouting out at the sides.My waist looked somewhat feminine - squeezed in as it was - but my pasty white arms and legs looking very sad compared to the smooth black surface and destroyed any possible illusion. Also, with the dust all over it, it looked like I was. You feel my breath on your dick. I can see the veins running along your mighty cock. Your dick head is swollen and red. Your balls hang below that mighty cock. I part my red lips to give you access to my oral cavity I hope those balls are full of cum. I need your cum in me. I want you to drown me with your orgasm. Only that will satisfy me. You take your hard dick and slap my face with it. I ask you, “Yes, my love. Slap me again, please.” You raise your right hand. My face feels the sharp pain. Every nub and curve, every sweet centimeter of her goddess-like body could be felt in my arms and against my body. We kissed, a lot. In fact, that was mostly what we did. It felt so good to feel her loving lips against mine again. Only once we broke the kiss and I looked deep into her eyes as I felt the warm valley of her sex engulf mine. We both gasped lightly I penetrated her warmth. Our bodies slowly pressed up against each other, fueling the fires within us. We went back to kissing..