..his front paws are wrapped tightly around my waist ;) , so I usuallyplay in the k**s basement playroom. It has an area rug in it. But rightnow it ...s full of boxes and stuff while I redo daughters room. Anyway....So I took him into my workshop area.Hmmmm... what to do about the hard floor. Grabbed a painting dropcloth froma shelf, canvas and reasonably soft. Unfold it, but not all the way, keepsome thickness in it. Throw it out on the floor then kneel. Comet knowswhat is up now and is. I half expected to collapse to the ground in agony like someone in a hackneyed Jekyll-and-Hyde transformation scene but, to my relief, I could sense no immediate ill effects beyond the memorably vile taste. With a slight sense of anti-climax, I drank several glasses of water, did a quick tour of the house to ensure it was secure and everything was turned off, and rang for a cab. It was only when I sat down to wait that I became aware of a mild discomfort, like a slight stomach cramp. But by the. I felt the pregnancy hormones flowing. Time for the next step.I pushed her gently upright. Linda promptly straddled my chest and sat facing her. Linda took Elisa's hands and put them on her mother's breasts."I'm here, Mama. Your Baby Girl is here and hungry. Milk your breasts and feed me; I cry for hunger and want your milk."God-damned good! Linda went on for a while longer; Elisa squirmed, came on my cock and milked her breasts. I felt the right hormone flow a little. Linda sucked a nipple in. He wraps me in his arms. It's just what I need."I'm sorry. It's just I like having my semen dried on your leg."I push out of his arms. "So like a dog marking it's territory?" Why do you always think the worse?'I scowl. I am mad at him again."I'm going to find a way to make you less freaked out about getting a little messy." What do you mean?" I don't know. I want to help you." I'm fine, Justin." Being afraid of sperm is a problem. I'm surprised you have sex." That's not funny." No, I mean, you.