He wasn’t there for that time as he was out with the friends again, but my eyes focused on the corner of his bed. Inside the very same pussy where he had himself been for nine months those eighteen years ago. I slid my other hand deep in my pussy. That’s just a step too much, let’s just focus on you. How ironic, just like eighteen years ago when I first met Jeremys father and the night ended with Mike shooting his cum in my pussy through his broken condom, creating the new life that was now on top of me, inside me. I should have remembered it. I could feel his cock getting softer. “Jeremy don’t, please stop!” I shouted. Of course, there are the regular ups and downs like in every long marriage, but everything levels up with time. It surprised me, as he had been really slowly developing, his attitude and habits had started to change for really under a year ago.
