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During those times that I was away visitin' Dad all those years, I don't remember ever bringin' my birth control pills with me," Sally confessed, slowly shaking her head from side-to-side, and taking a deep breath to draw air in through her closed teeth. "So are you tryin' to tell me that Jake's not really my son?" I asked, even though I already knew that the very next words that were going to be coming out of Sally's mouth would be bad news, as far as I was concerned. "Let's just say that there's a good chance of that. But I'm really not sure, to be honest with you," Sally admitted. "What I am really sure of, is that it's been about three months since I've been on The Pill. And I can almost guarantee you that I'm definitely fertile right now." "Damn it, couple Sally! You're makin' me cum!" I said, as I felt my prostate getting ready to explosively pulsate. And then it did. And I fertilized my wife's sloppy-wet, totally-unprotected pussy again. As I was coming back down to earth from my orgasmic high, Sally shifted into her little-girl voice and said, "So, Daddy, you're not mad at me then?" "No, Sweetie. I finally understand why you like to go into your 'little girl mode', and call me 'Daddy' whenever we're having sex." "So then, you still love me, Daddy, right?" Sally asked in that same soft high-pitched voice, and then drew the corners of her mouth downward on each side in an overly-exaggerated pout, while she was batting her big powder-blue eyes at me, behaving like a puppy dog that had just been caught outdoor chewing up my favorite pair of shoes. And of course, I fell for it. I always do. And it didn't matter that I knew that my wife was intentionally manipulating the crap out of me. I was perfectly happy with her doing it--just as long as she stayed in that wonderful indian 'little girl mode' of hers. "More than ever, Sweetie," I replied, and gave Sally a tender kiss on the forehead, as I heard Henry's soft-but-unmistakable cum-grunt. "Even if I tinkle on you?" Sally asked me in her little-girl voice, with her eyes dramatically bugged-out, and her mouth wide-open. It was amazing to feel Henry's penis, as it was strongly pulsating right up against the underside of my own penis through the thin back wall of Sally's vagina, once he had begun unloading his whole wad of sperm deep inside of Sally's rectum and lower colon. "I can't help it, Daddy. It really tickles!" Sally remarked, urgently spewing out that whole string of words from her machine gun mouth. And then she bit down on her lower lip, and began whimpering away, just like a little lost puppy dog in distress. And I immediately felt my still-coupled-up genitals being thoroughly soaked by my wife's warm wet sexual juices, while Sally was busy orgasming her ass off. And I knew that I had definitely married the right woman. 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