Still kissing, I push you gently onto your back and slide my hand down the front of your knickers, letting my soaked fingertips glide around your swol...len clit. My cock twitches as I feel your wet flesh before sliding my fingers down over your swollen lips and gliding them slowly inside you.Our kissing becomes more passionate, more desperate. Our tongues touch in fleeting moments, soft and warm and eager to please, occasionally delving deep into one another’s mouths. I push my fingers deep. Street food smells waft deliciously through the cool night air. My wife, almost skipping, pulls me along like an excited girl released from her parents' bonds.A dark side street woos us with party sounds and more crowds of stylish young people. The perfume of a passing goddess adds energy to my steps. A velvet rope holds back a crowd of anxious patrons, but not my wife. She is not familiar with waiting to enter a club, and tonight is no exception. I notice a few irritated expressions, but. Have the implications of that sank into your mind yet?" This is a little delicate," she continued. "but Brad and I were working on having a baby when he died, I hadn't gotten pregnant yet.You may be the last chance I will ever have of getting pregnant. I have seen on TV that pregnant women that lived are having babies, so far only girl babies have survived. The women pregnant with boys all seemed to have died. Now that this has passed, we need boys — and lots of them" I am not sure exactly what. I never told her wot i actually was…i just told her i have a small business of my own… i told her u have a escort services where females hire men to fuck them but u need to get into the rite channel…I knew she wanted it badly so one fine day i told her about me and wot i have done in the past and she was taken a back but she accepted it as she was a lil attached to emotionally and by that time she had already began to trust me and she was quite close now..We spoke about it in detail and fixed.