.. or boyfriend ... fourteen times with a 1911 ... they only hold seven so she had to use a second magazine or reload the empty ... She might have got... away with it if she hadn't reloaded.But that's NOT what I'm talking about...You gonna spring for another round or what? My stories ain't free. You gotta pay for the truth these days. Thanks, Bill.So ... you see the sketch I doodled on the napkin? Ok...The wife and I were cuddled up in bed after a long slow one and the orange tabby was warming our. He wanted more so he grabbed me after he got hard again and carried me to his bedroom.He snogged me grabbin both my tight little bum cheeks and I felt his dick through his boxers. he threw me on the bed and got on top again. he spat slowly on my pussy rubbbed his dick in it making it even more wet. He was rubbing the length of his cock up and down my pussy. Proper turn on seeing him between my legs. Big meaty hard dick in his hand slapping it against my tight soakin wet pussy. It felt wel good. I ... I think I’d like to feel what’s it’s like when you cum inside me. I ... I think I’d like it if you inseminated me.”“Really?” Rhonda asked.“Unh-hunh. You’re the only real cock allowed in me, so you’re the only cock who can inseminate me.”She was looking at Rhonda, so Bob asked, “You mean mine?”“To me it’s shared property, so both?”“Wow,” said Bob. “She does get crazy when she babbles.”“This wasn’t an adorable, out of control babble,” Rhonda disagreed.“You mean... ?”Rhonda rubbed her thumb. And she’d worn a skirt one time to another dance.“More than the average tomboy,” said Mrs. Carter, smiling. “You staying for supper with us?”“No, I have to get home. The lady at the flower place said I was ignorant and that if Val’s dress is going to be white, I have to call her and tell her.”Both adults laughed, which I thought was pretty rude.“It won’t be white,” said Mrs. Carter. “Not this time.”I wondered which time it would be white, but decided not to ask. I knew what I needed to.