' I tried to push her off saying '...maybe I should go before your folks get home...' Miranda smiled saying '...I told you they won't be back till tom...rrow some times. By then we will have been through and they won't know what happened...' Miranda felt my penis grow as well as I did and she knew she had me at her will when she begin to dry hunch my trapped penis. She pulled me to her perky breast and whispered to me '...your damn zipper is hurting my little clit, you need to get out of them. In fact, she had opened all the buttons of the nighty and I could see a black bra inside. Her right melon was outside the bra and the nipple was in the baby’s mouth. I felt thirsty at the same time thinking of him sucking on her milk. I asked for a glass of water and she openly teased me if I was thirsty because of him drinking milk. I said yes and she said she’d quench my thirst at night. Eat dinner, for now, she said.I was quite happy with the events unfolding in my favour and I believed she. Somehow though, I had a feeling this would be the guy who’s bed I’d wake up in the next morning. And it turned out I was right, as following not even a step behind me was this perfect stranger, whom I knew nothing about, and would hopefully never know anything about, really. I reached my hand out just a little bit for him to take as we made our way out of the club, me leading by just a little bit the whole way. We flirted heavily on the short five minute drive to his house. His hand slid up my. His child.Although that didn’t sound quite right to him somehow. His new feelings of tenderness towards his aunt notwithstanding, he just couldn’t picture himself being the father of her baby. The baby seemed like it was more a part of her - not of him. Jason wondered if he felt this way because he had never really considered having children before, or if it was something to do with the control he had over Sarah. Whatever it was, to Jason it seemed more important and relevant that his aunt was.