.He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turnsher head to... look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip he smiles down at her and rests the paper in his lap to pet her softsilky locks, running his arm down the side of her body, her exposed skin cool to his touch she snuggles against him closing her book, tossing it lightly onto the brother's back."Hey!" the brother does not turn to look at. It turns out they live a little more than an hour from me! He asked if I wanted to fuck his wife? I was floored, but said Hell yeah! I had never cheated on my lady, but I wanted to experience what I saw in that video. The guy made one stipulation. He wanted to meet before we made plans for me to plow his lady. We decided that I should come to their place. It was in some small ass country town. There were few street lights and most of the homes didn't even have porch lights on. I was nervous as. After about 10 minutes she turned off the game and put on a movie. It was a light porn movie and without talking to me or making any sound she began to massage her clit. Soon I could feel her cunt heating up and I was almost jizzing on her when she got up. She pulled off all of her clothes, turned up the volume on the movie, and then sat back down facing me with my cock not in, but rubbing against her now soaked pussy. She positioned my head on her shoulder so I could still see the movie. At. But I didn't really like doing that. Embryo counts started dropping, inexorably.Since embryo counts depended on my mood, all of us from the beginning had been afraid of what my mood would require. I never had any taste for anal or oral sex, which was helpful because the semen was happier in a vagina before being collected than anywhere else. Fetishes would not cause any serious problem. But what if my tastes became outlandish or unethical? Rooms of solid gold? Rape? Sadism? Human sacrifice? But.