"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."
"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."
"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."
"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.'"