Here are a couple of pictures of what my pussy looks like wh..

Here are a couple of pictures of what my pussy looks like when I’m ovulating. My hubby can’t keep his mouth off of it when I get like this. Which is fine by me because it’s absolutely crazy how my libido just shoots through the fucking roof at that point of the month. The third picture is what my fertile pussy looks like when my bull Connor deposits his load in it. Since my pregnancy scare at the end of last year, I’ve been a pretty frequent visitor at my OBGYN’s office. My last appointment was this past Tuesday, and it was all pretty routine until she brought up the question of birth control. I haven’t been on any form of it since my husband’s vasectomy after the birth of our youngest daughter. And frankly, for the past five years or so I just sort of figure it wasn’t really much of a necessity at my age anyway. But then (as most of you know) I ended up getting pregnant by my y0ung military bull Connor, which definitely had me pretty twisted up psychologically for a while. Carrying Connor’s baby was the best feeling in the world, and my husband, after going through a bit of a rough patch, turned out to be supportive of me having the baby. I was on cloud nine. Until, that is, I lost the baby in January. As additional background, my OBGYN is in her mid to late 30’s and has a manner about herself that makes her extremely easy to talk to. In a lot of ways, she’s just like one of my girlfriends. We even belong to the same club. And she actually knows everything there is to know about my “marital situation.” In fact, she even knows that the baby wasn’t my husband’s. I’ve even confided in her about aspects of our lifestyle that have no medical relevance whatsoever. Like, for instance, my insatiable need for lovers that are y0unger, fitter and larger where it counts for baby making purposes. And we’ve definitely giggled about some things together that I’m certain our husbands would not appreciate. In any event, she indicated to me that my lab results suggest that I won’t be starting menopause anytime soon. So she very soberly emphasized to me that, if I’m going to continue to have unprotected intercourse with virile y0ung men that culminates with “internal male climax” (as she put it), it’s definitely advisable for me to get back onto some form of birth control. “Otherwise,” she said “you’re very likely to be getting yourself into trouble again” (and we giggled). Then I thanked her for her advice, and told her that trouble just might be my middle name.