Here's that story.Ellen Smith had been married to her lawyer husband, Anthony, for several years and she'd lost interest in all the high society and o...ther things that she'd tried to be interested in early during their marriage. She finally realized that whether Tony wanted one or not, she was hungry to have a baby. Ellen didn't even care if Tony wanted to shoulder his part of the responsibility of being a father, she'd bring the baby up and let him pay the bills. That was all he had to do. When. " Holy shit!" I gasped, my eyes wide in disbelief. My goddess, my dream, was asking me to bugger her ass.She wriggled the object of my desire in my direction and then pointed to the nightstand with her left hand. "There should be a bottle of lube in the drawer."I'd been backing away from my orgasm after Taylor's climax, and my cock had softened slightly while I was licking her. But now I was back at full mast and my hard dick wobbled in the air as I clambered over to the nightstand. I fondly. It wasn’t until we were in bed, close to midnight, that she said, “One more day in the 12 Days of Sexmas.” “So it is,” I said, my voice unable to hide the disappointment. “And I have saved the best for last,” she teased, rubbing my cock. “You have?” I asked, unable to even guess what she could possibly have left, especially at my parents’ house. “Oh,” she teased, rubbing my cock fast through my pyjamas, “you have no fucking idea.” I moved my hand to her pussy and she slapped it away. “Oh…all. I hand him a cup of coffee as soon as he enters. We take out cups of coffee out to the car. I hand Nick the keys back. "You Drive." I say with a smile. We start down the road. We talk about everyday events. "So what do you think today will be?" he says. "It will be a good day." I say. "No that is not what I mean." I catch his meaning. "Oh I don't know." We both laugh. As we drive down the road I slide my hand over to his leg. I hear him take a deep breath. I look over at him through the corner.