I put it under my pillows then and completely forgot about it. No wonder I have been having wet dreams more often than usual, with his body smell so c...ose to mine.But now I was busted, I had no clue how to explain this. Here came the inevitable question:-What is my shirt doing under your pillow?-I don’t know how it got there.He was looking at me persistently with squinting eyes, this was hard to take. My face started to heat up. But weirdly enough, he easily gave up:-Fine, never mind.That was. That seemed to be the déjà vu for our situation at hand. We knew it before we walked into the room and as well, I sucked his cock with the same need as before; but with a renewed respect for the deed. He praised me for the ease with which I worked his cock in and out of my throat at such slow leisure. He stroked my face as he watched me work; even eased his thumb slowly over my soaked black moustache and seethed along with me. “You’re so fucking good at it!” He told me. “I can’t help but want. ..EVERYTHING", she said."You and me both",I said We laid there for few minutes and I was wondering how she may "want it", given her condition. As tight as her pussy is as compared to the size of my cock she was going to have a hard time taking it in her ass.I have been in a situations where one woman really wanted to and others who "allowed" it. Cindy was willing, very willing in fact, and that helps a lot. This was going to be good, I wanted to fuck her tight ass as much as I did her pregnant. Otherwise there will be hell to pay,” Travis said.He finally began thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy slowly, but I wanted him to ram me.“Come on, Travis, sweetheart, I'm gonna be getting big. Then you can't pound me anymore, and then we gotta wait a little while longer after I give birth. So, pound like nobodies business, while you can,” I commanded.“Sorry, mom, it's just a nasty habit I guess,” Travis let me know.“No, you are just being sweet to your mom, that's all. Now turn the.