He laid on hisside and she could clearly see a change in almost every aspect of hisbody makeup. His arms looked thinner. Where there used to be a bulg...e ofbicep, there was only a straight line. As she moved down, she could seethose two small forming breasts pushing out his lavender camisole top.His waist curved inwards slightly...not much, but she could see that itwouldn't be long before an hourglass formed. His hips and backside hadgrown noticeably and there was a soft curve from the top of his. 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. I could feel the potion going down my esophagus. It felt warm, warmer than it should have been at room temperature in relation to my internal body temperature. After a fairly long silence between us, Kiki started to give me questioning looks, and finally burst out with "well? Anything?" I chuckled, and said, "I guess even magic potions take some time to get in the system, huh?" We laughed, but I was thinking to myself "oh, no, it was nothing. I got duped with snake oil." I smiled again to Kiki,. "When she had done so, Paul handed Betty the paddle and told her to let Jennifer know that she was only First Girl at his pleasure. Betty smiled broadly and went to work on her sister slave with gusto. Soon Jennifer was wriggling and vainly trying to avoid the swats of the leather paddle which rained down on her. At last, Paul told Betty, "That's enough." A bit reluctantly, Betty stopped and handed him the paddle."Strip for me slave."Jennifer had been trained and knew what to do. Slowly, acting.