So, the last time, I gave you my thong and asked you to return them as a symbol that you wish to carry on with me. I come over to help sort the house and finally get you alone. You hand me the thong back and I know this means you're ready to impregnate me. I have no intentions of keeping it, I just want to know you would have the power to change my body. We fuck whilst I can't decide whether its right or wrong. You do everything I ask of you. I wonder if you managed to impregnate me since I stopped taking contraception. If any sperm could make it happen, it'll be your young, strong, super-sperm.