“Come on, I know how bad you want your own baby,” I said, taking my sister’s hand as I saw her eyes spark with enthusiasm. “So let’s make yo... one.”After some discussion we settled on a position where Jenny could be hugging her mother’s baby belly which she loved so much while mom could help by licking my balls because her face was right under them when I would be shooting into Jenny.She was much tighter than mom so I eased the erection in little by little, thrust by thrust. Mom was constantly. It tips me over the edge and my body bucks against him and I shout into blackness, my body riding with the continuous waves of euphoria. As I recover from my intense orgasm, he removes my toy and begins to stroke my hair. I can feel his breath on my forehead, I wish I could see him. I want to see the outline of his hard cock pressing against his clothes. He stands above me and I hear his zipper undo. Instinctively, I bite my lip. I'm intoxicated by his aftershave but before I can appreciate. He admired their youthful suppleness and wondered if Marilyn would allow him to sample their varied charms.Marilyn noted his appraisal of the girls; the brunette was Evie and the redhead Marcie. All she knew of Evie was that she had run away from home, but not why. Marcie had been quite blunt about it. "I took off after my bastard father did me. My mother didn't believe me when I told her and I left before he did me again," she'd said that memorable night Marilyn had encountered her cowering in. Her cute cheerful face turned into disgust upon seeing me shooting ropes of cum in her direction. She altered her course and approached my front door. In my post nut clarity I felt instantly ashamed and dirty, and now I was terrified that she would confront me. The door bell echoed throughout the house. I peered through the peep hole to see her standing there, arms crossed and a scowl on her face. I quickly threw on some shorts and reluctantly opened the door. There she stood before me, her.