I squeeze and pull you into me, against my cock… I love the feeling of your body against my cock and I thrust upward ever so slightly. Letting go o... your ass I take your hands and lead you over to the couch. Sitting you down I say….”I liked what I saw… I’d like to see some more” “Oh you would?” you playfully respond. Reaching down grasp the hem of your skirt, lifting it up exposing your panties to me once again. I notice a wet spot on them this time and it excites me even more… “You like. The Judge called while Catherine and Margarita were shopping. They had to stop at a furniture store to buy a quality bed and bedroom set for Margarita's room, which meant they would be gone awhile. When you counted the time it would take to get her a new wardrobe, I might not see them until the weekend."Hello Judge," I said happily."I hear you got moved in," he said quietly. "Are you up to answering a couple of nagging questions?" Of course I am, Judge. Fire away."He fired all right."When you. He soon knocked her up with a baby, and then he and Celia had continued to get together and she'd continued to conceive one baby after another. The amazing thing to Philip was that the only thing that seemed to be affected in the long run with Celia's several pregnancies had been the size of her breasts. She'd had a nice rack of titties to start with and her several babies had given her an even nicer set of tits. And, Philip loved it whenever Celia gave birth and her milk had arrived. Celia was. “And yes, yes you did, it was kinda hot,” I murmured back into her ear.“And I am only yours, big Bro. No other man will ever touch me, Davey. I need you; only you can give me what I want. And I want ... I want to have your babies someday; I wish we could be married...” she sighed softly, her mouth still by my ear.“Seriously?! You mean that, Amber? My ... my babies?” I asked, shocked.I was stunned. I had never articulated my vague thoughts about wanting to have kids someday. It had flickered.