I do that all the time why shouldn’t you my love? Tell me, are you still worried I will fuck everything I see like I used to? Or are you comfortable... that I can have sex with another man occasionally and still love you?”“I’m not worried any more Sue. I love you and I feel your love. It doesn’t have anything to do with this ... as you said, it’s like tennis.”“Good honey, I’m really glad you are comfortable with this. Are you interested in future matches?”John smiled and pulled her to him, kissing. Then I opened my lungi and asked her to hold it, she grabbed it with her arm and I put my one hand on to her sweet soft pussy. I put my middle finger into her clit she was shivering. Her pussy became wet in her juices, it was so tight. It was paining to her. Then I put two fingers into her and was finger fucking her about 5 minutes. She was feeling great. Meantime my dick became hard by her continuous rubbing. Then I opened her legs and placed my dick towards her pussy and pressed to get into. It means that you wouldn’t be able to get pregnant anymore?”“Being pregnant is something a nun can only dream of Toby, though we’re not supposed to.”As she dropped to her knees, she gave her head an angular shake and said with a wry smirk, “If I were a normal woman, I would love to have your baby Toby. But I’m not a normal woman. But I’m fertile today. So, there can be no fucking in our sinful hanky-panky.” (My thoughts about using condoms had been adamantly dismissed soon after our first. I want to hear his voice, so I call. "Hello." "I love you, Dan." "Cathy? Hi. I love you, too." It's the standard answer. "Dan, I mean I really love you. I'm just... hoping you know that." "Is there something wrong, Honey?" "Nope, nothing wrong. Just the opposite. I'm just feeling really good right now." "What are you wearing?" "Ha. Nothing at all. I just got done giving myself a good time." "Oh darn, I was hoping you were going to tell me a bedtime story." "I would love to, sweetie. Take a.