“We’re pregnant. He isn’t dead. We can have as many babies as we want!”I gave a sperm sample—with Elizabeth’s kind help. Simpson went dire...ctly to his lab and verified my sperm was viable. Estimating the times of administration of the invigorator, time for sperm to mature in the epididymis, and the beginning of Elizabeth’s hormonal swings, Dr. Reynolds determined the fetus was only a month old. That meant we could keep the conception secret until Simpson managed to administer the superdose to. She could alreadyfeel the thrill sit in the pit of her stomach in anticipation to his love.She hands quivered as she removed her hair band to comb out her hair untilit shone. She checked her face in the mirror and then quickly glanced downat her crotch. She had shaved only last night but she wanted to make sure shewas entirely smooth. She didn't want to anger him. Satisfied that all was perfect, she then opened the drawer with lubricantsand applied one generously into the tight opening of her. He starts pressing his hands against that region and pulls her towards his chest with a jerk.Meanwhile, Simmi with her head slightly arched up, slips her hands against his trouser, exposing her neck to licks and smooches from his lips. Her hand unzipped his trousers to get hold of his thick 8-inch sinful meat in her hand through his boxers. It certainly feels bigger as compared to the one she took care of earlier in the evening.Feeling that pulsating shaft, her palm can sense the textured. That night she moved into the guest bedroom.We were legally separated but continued living in the same house until we could sell it and get a divorce. My sole sexual expression and release during that time came from dressing in lingerie and masturbating with the dildos in my collection, my favorites of which are black. I also dressed in panties, garters and stockings under my street clothes whenever possible and adding negligees when in the privacy of the house. I bought a blond wig and added.