” she whispered. “Why were you rubbing my stomach?”I didn’t have a good answer for that. I knew I was fucked at this point. “It felt nice.... Rub my back some. It’ll help me go back to sleep.” she said in a whisper, rolling over. She pulled her shirt up high on her back and I started rubbing her and enjoying her soft skin again. I was rubbing her from the base of her neck down to the waist band of her panties. I rubbed her ribcage, under her to feel her stomach and down to her hips. She. Even the pulled hair, curling iron burns, and exasperated demands to: "Keep your eyes open until the mascara dries!" could not dampen the excitement and pleasure. Finally all was complete and I looked in the mirror. It was kind of a shock to see my sister in there. Now I know that one of my stature should not expect Miss America to return his gaze in the mirror, but anyone but my sister! Please! Oh well, I guess we are what we are, or at least what our makeup makes us seem.Anyway, out came the. She took in the wide shoulders and big biceps and she felt a tingle in her loins. She wondered if he had a cock that matched the rest of him as far as size went. She almost came in her panties as she wondered what it would be like to fuck a man that her husband had sent to prison. She smiled as she thought that if she got the part she might just find out. It would be a kick to take home a load of cum from one of Petey's archenemies and have Petey suck it all out of her.Kraven rose as she. . so vulnerable. So inadequate in so many ways. He couldn’t care for himself. You can. I need you, and I know you need me. But I need more, can you understand that?’ His jitters had gone away. He understood, he was just amazed that she finally understood why people had families. ‘You want a baby, someone you can care for and nurture and protect and raise.’ She nodded, her eyes softening again. ‘I know you’re forty, and I know I’m a little old to start. But I want to try. I want a family. Us,.