Shivers rolled along Irene's back following Sam's stroking hands.  She listened to his question, pausing in her methodical kissing of his neck as if she needed to consider the plan.  Lying atop him, she could feel that he was ready and feeling his hard cock just made her want to have him again.  She couldn't deny it, even if she wanted to pretend...to tease him a little more.  She raised up a little, just so her breasts ran across his chest, her nipples senstive from his touch and her desire, hardening rapidly.  A little wriggle of the hips, a shift of her legs and she had him poised to enter her, her body moist and ready.<br/><br/>Now, though, she did pause, going completely still.  "Well, now, I don't know.  You seem a little concerned about the possibility of being pa to a thousand children, Sam.  Maybe we should back-off on the intercourse some.  Maybe a coupla' times a month, you know, when it's safe," she said, her expression very serious.  Irene had to focus on his chin to keep from laughing.  She lowered her lashes so he wouldn't see the twinkle in her eyes.  And, then moved just the tiniest bit so that she touched his cock with her sex...all accidental.<br/><br/>"Right?" she asked, her voice having dropped a couple of octaves as heat rushed through her.<em>If he calls me on this bit of foolishness, Irene thought, I'll simply have to attack him once more.  And, if he doesn't answer right quick that might just happen anyhow.</em>She lifted her eyes to look at Sam, waiting.