“Hi, honey,” he said.“You too,” she said, but she was looking down.“Honey?” said Owen.“Owen, I need to tell you something, something kin...a big,” she said.“Abigail?” he said.“Owen, I’m pregnant and it might be his,” she said. The look on the face of her husband was something. But not something bad, not anger, not questioning, not anything that might have been expected. He seemed almost—relieved!“Owen?” she repeated. “Did you hear me, understand me?”“Uh—yes dear, I did,” he said.“Owen, what’s. There were her cute ballet flat on her small feet, her skintight jeansover her long, athletic legs.And there was something different.Her vagina.One of my hands was on my now bigger behind and the other was carefullyfeeling the void were my penis should be."What are you doing there John, get in the car!"I nearly got a stroke when my mom called me.She did not seem to notice anything strange about me.I looked at the car and saw Jenna already sitting in it.She had my legs, just as expected.She also. His lips then took over and he started kissing her migrating lower and lower with each kiss.She spread her legs so he could get between then. The heat off their bodies could light a match and burn the bed.The sultry scent of her pussy, wafted toward his nose as he moved his face closer. Without warning, he flicked his tongue across the length of her drenched slit, tasting its sweet juices. He spread the labia, and traced small circles around the clit.She watched as his magical tongue. He drove way past the city and into the countryside. He kept his word andsaid nothing about the surprise. Rachel waited with great anticipationand couldn't help but nag Dave to tell her where he was bringing her. Hetook a turn off at an old side road which trailed up alongside a tallmountain. Despite how much trust Rachel put in her boyfriend she felt alittle worried. Why was he driving her into a completely remote area?He'd never do anything to hurt me, would he? Rachel thought.The tiny car.