I am sick and we both know it.It's bad enough that she knows my fantasy, but it's even worse that it came true and I helped make it happen.My wife Don...na wanted to have a baby. She stopped taking the pill and would try to get me to fuck her as much as possible. The problem is that I was constantly beating off, so when I did fuck her, there wasn't much semen coming out. Initially, I was having trouble getting it up, but since she knew what sickness turned me on, she would talk about black men all. She loved getting herself off. She had learned how to master it fully. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them as she lied on her bed, a thick towel folded double under her ass. She knew that she would need it. She had learned how to make herself very wet and she had soaked her sheets several times. She was tired of having to wash them. The towel now prevented that. Well, except when she squirted her orgasm. That was a different story.She moved her finger in circles inside her hot. It didn't take him too long to decide that it was to nerveracking doing that every day. So on washday, after their motherhad washed and dried most of the laundry he waited until all ofher panties that had been in the wash were neatly folded andstacked with the rest of the clothes, then she took almost halfof them and hid them in his room. It took his sister about two days to start wondering where herunderwear had gone but of course no-one suspected him of takingthem. Now that school had. He was going to try to withhold my diploma until I made up the work." Why that sanctimonious old fool!" Jane was now furious. "You are so far beyond their curriculum after your time with me you could *teach* their damned teachers in most of your courses." she all but sputtered."Exactly. So my extra time up here after finals was to take "special exams" designed to prove my mastery of the material I "missed"." a thoroughly male chuckle, at odds with the very feminine tones, sounded in Jane's.