I was happy for her and happy for me who was becomingthat child?s father, but I needed to experience that miracle from herperspective. Unless a miracl...e happens I will never experience the joyof knowing I am pregnant or feeling that baby kick or giving birth.My former supervisor told me that what I missed was no big deal, butshe had the choice and she gave birth. I never will. No one except afew that are like me that I have given love to and receive love backwill ever call me mom. I have given. Finally, she was satisfied that she could make no further progress with her appearance. By now, certain items of an... erotic... nature had arrived by Internet order. She reviewed her plans for a flaw, but could see none. It was time.---------------Susan was sitting in the student center, wearing a heavy jacket and scarf to conceal her identity to casual passersby, trying to look like a frumpy college student attempting to study. She had been there every night for a week, waiting for the. I breathed in her scent and turned to watch her as she strolled casually to the bed. As she slowly made her way toward the bed she peeled off her hat, shades, and last her jacket. I could almost hear the blood racing to fill my cock as she dropped articles of her disguise on the floor. My knees went a little weak when she stopped, posed, jiggled her ass a bit, and then spoke: "If you want to play you must play by the rules. Oddly enough there are no real rules. None other than you can only. She whines, but wags her tail furiously. “Fuck, I need a shower and some sleep.”He drops his keys on the table and heads into the kitchen for a bite to eat.“You know, Sandy,” he says taking the last bite of his sandwich. “I think we need a woman in this house. I’ve almost got Judy broke down, so maybe something will come out of it.”Sandy whines, dropping her ears back.Seeing this, Alan frowns. “Don’t worry,” he says soothingly. “Judy won’t replace you. You’re still my girl.”This seems to cheer.