Ten minutes exactly, and the test band was way darker than the guide band.Yes!The time was right.I adjusted my boobs, fit them into the tiny straps of lace, and then checked my ass in the mirror. A quick little slap to bring some color to my lower cheeks and I was ready for Christian.Stepping outside my comfort zone, I slipped my feet into my highest fuck-me heels and tapped through the bedroom feeling the heat collect between my thighs as the chain around my waist jingled my arrival. I was so damn horny, that I would have had to go it alone if the test hadn’t said it was LH Surge time.It had been nine days since the last time we’d made love. All the books said that doing it too often reduced the sperm’s ability to reach the egg and successfully fertilize the little sucker. I wasn’t willing to risk it. We needed super-sperm, and we needed it now.Don’t get me wrong, Christian was willing to look after my needs, but the guilt in the one way action was eating me up. And besides, the last time we tried that, I couldn’t stop myself with just a little taste of him.
