He added as he rounded the car and got in.She knew that tone and quickly settled in her seat, legs together, and hands in her lap.Daddy watched her ou... of the corner of his eye, a slight smile on his lips, "That's better. I can't take you to places like this if you can't act like a lady." Yes, Daddy."They arrived at the restaurant, and she did her best not to stare. It was a beautiful place, and very quiet. The only noise was the tinkle of glass and place settings. The carpet was so thick it. Of course that all depended on how tonight went. She had been incredibly cool about the idea of wearing a fake pregnant belly but there was always the risk that it would make her feel uncomfortable. My fetish had gotten me into trouble before and I had learned that I could only ask so much of a girlfriend before they began to feel like I wasn’t attracted to them as they were. Unfortunately I’ve always found it difficult to explain what it is like living with a fetish to people who don’t have. When you are with your partner, you tell him what you want. You can tell him by moaning or just talk.”I lean over and pull Jenny into a passionate kiss. I can’t believe I’m French kissing my stepsister. Her lips are soft and her tongue is sweet. I start kissing down her neck.“Tell me what you want,” I order. “Tell me what makes you feel good.” She doesn’t say anything, but moans as I decide to find her hot-spots on my own. I start kissing down her neck. Kissing until I get to her B-cups. I kiss. I bang my hips unto her ass, driving my insanely hard cock deeper into her love hole. I do this crazy fast while letting her still ram herself back on me. My dick is aching so bad to squirt my load in her. We are both fucking each other faster now that she wants my cum in her. Her moans become shaky quick breaths. I can feel her thighs quiver. Her arms begin to tremble. The curve in her lower back becomes deeper as her ass cheeks stick even higher in the air, now almost vibrating. I know she is.