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"Barbara is that you? I have something very important to talk to you about."

"Ginny, you ninny! It's been weeks! Do you mean that it's taken you all this
time to get a certified hot lover and perfect hunk like Rob into bed? You're
worse than I thought, girl."

"Huh? Oh, no! I had Rob's tongue in my puss within fifteen minutes and I have
been fucking his brains out and vice versa <giggle> ever since. Though, now
that you mention it, I'll admit that the first couple of times were on the
living room rug. I didn't actually take him to bed until nearly nightfall.
He's wonderfully insatiable. I've had him do me in every room of the house and
draped over most of the pieces of furniture!"

"You <gasp> have? That's a lot more .... Uhh ... tell me something, Virginia.
Did you listen to the CD of dance music I sent along with Rob?

"Oh yes, lots of times. Thanks so much for it. I left it on that first day and
we play it all the time still. It's our favorite; it seems to sort of 'inspire'
us. <giggle>

"Oops. I guess I should have warned you about that."

"Warned me? Why?"

"Well, I thought that, your not being as, er, experienced as I am, you might
need a little help getting Rob into bed. So I included subliminal messages for
him on the CD."

"Subliminal messages? What kind?"

"Well that he was really attracted to older women. That he thought you were
sexy and desirable. That he's hot and submissive for older women, especially if
they have a few extra pounds in the bust and hips."

"Barbara!"

"The point is HE thinks they're in all the right places. There were messages
that he can't keep his hand off your tits. That he wants to feel and fondle and
kiss and worship every part of your body. That you are so sexy he wants to fuck
you all the time."

"Oh, wow! That does explains a lot of what happened. I don't have any trouble
getting him to fuck and he is a good worshiper. If I didn't make him stop, he
would spend hours with his face in my pussy. I'm grateful to someone who really
taught that man how to eat a pussy!"

"You're welcome. But that's not all. I put in messages on the CD for you,
too."

"What?!"

"That you feel sexy and desirable. That you love sex in all positions and want
to get a hard young cock in you every chance you get. That you love letting a
guy eat your pussy. That you love to experiment and be daring and provocative
and be a tease and wear sexy clothes. Don't you see how you've changed?"

"I guess so. I certainly never let my late husband fuck me in the changing room
of a Victoria's Secret. And if I had, I'm sure I would not have made so much
noise as to make the other customers envious."

"Case closed. But at least I now understand why it took you so long to call me;
you've been a busy girl!"

"Oh, I didn't call you just to tell you that Rob and I are fucking like
rabbits," Virginia laughed. "I figured that when you heard from the grapevine
that I'd moved Rob in with me, you could figure out what we were doing all day.
<giggle> No, I called to let you be the first to know."

"Know what?"

"Well with all the frantic fucking, Rob didn't have much time to think about
pills or diaphragms or condoms."

"You don't mean ...?"

"Yep. My gynecologist almost fainted and started to lecture me about 'a woman
my age letting a man make me pregnant.' But then when she saw my tits covered
with love bites and my pussy still full of thick, fresh sperm (from Rob 'for
luck'), she decided it was so sexy she would let her boyfriend give her a baby,
too, to her husband's erroneous delight."

"How did Rob take the news?"

"He went ape, of course. He says I'll be the sexiest woman in the world with my
big pregnant belly; he can hardly wait to start nursing milk from my swollen
boobs. Silly boy thinks he can already see a bulge in my tummy. He's dying to
take me out in public with super short miniskirts that show off my baby belly,
letting everyone envy him for knocking up 'such a beautiful, sexy woman.'"

"But Virginia! I know Rob is a great lover, but how did you let yourself get
knocked up?"

"Well, I did more than 'let,' honey. <chuckle> I chose the dates to spend a
weekend on my back, a pillow under my butt, and Rob pumping baby juice into my
pussy every few hours."

"Virginia! You INTENTIONALLY let a man seven years younger than you, knock you
up?"

"Probably, at least nine."

"What does that mean? You're forty five and he's thirty eight."

"Well, having a head start, Rob probably IS the father of this one, but as
you've said, I want sex constantly and crave orgasms. Rob is just a man and has
his natural limits. As good as he is at eating me, there is nothing like a hard
young cock in my pussy. I was hurting for more sex, Barbara!"

"Ginny!"

"Fortunately Rob has two younger brothers, Tony, twenty eight, and Danny,
eighteenteen, that have been helping out. I have the three of them on a
rotating schedule and manage to stay fucked most of the day, though I insist on
going to sleep at night with Rob's prick in my sperm drenched pussy. So you see
I could be pregnant by a guy nine, or nineteen or twenty nine years younger."

"Oh Virginia! This is all my fault, me and that crazy CD. I don't know how to
..."

"Apologize? Don't, Barb! I'm ecstatically happy. I'm going to be a mother
again and I have three handsome, well hung younger men who are crazy about
fucking me crazy. I'm getting ALMOST all the sex I want." <giggle>

"But you're not even sure who the father of your baby is!"

"True, but since the odds are against the younger brothers, I've promised Tony
he can give me the next baby and I have a wonderful idea for how to celebrate
Danny's twenty-first birthday."

"What? You intend to have two MORE babies?"

"Not on your life, girl! I think I'm good for at least SIX, maybe more. They
say frequent sex delays menopause. I may be pregnant when I'm sixty!" <giggle>

"But the scandal?"

"That's true, but I decided to let Rob marry me, as he's been begging to since
we met. I know our "friends" will talk when a middle aged woman gets married
with a belly that arrives at the altar before she does, but they'll get over it.
That does bring up the other thing I wanted to ask you, however. Will you be my
matron of honor?"

"Oh, Ginny! Of course I will. It's the least I could do. I owe you one, big
time.

"That's the way I see it, too, Barb. The wedding isn't until a few months so
you'll have time to get ready."

"Prepare? You mean get the matching dress made, that kind of thing? No
problem."

"Not just that, Barb. Time to go off the pill. The boys and I have talked it
over and we want you to go on the honeymoon. We think you'll be very sexy with
bulging belly of your own."