. ... and then the girls would go back to their normal lives, find boys their own age to be their husbands, and then - sure, their children would grow...up always wondering who their biological father was...It was the right thing to do, wasn't it?I hesitated.What the fuck was wrong with me? I thought furiously to myself. I am twice their age! This whole idea is ill conceived and perverted. Children should not be born in this environment where 8 women all share a single man. It was absolutely. He is stroking his already hard, beautiful cock.Will we ever make it to diner?He bends me over the bed, lifts my skirt and pushes my panties down.Standing behind me he strokes my dripping hole with the tip of his swollen cock, I moan in anticipation, my tiny clit twitches, squirts.He pushes, I gasp, it feels so big.He pushes all the way, my pussy spasms arround the base, my clit squirts.You kneel on the bed facing me, stroking your hardening cock, brushing the tip against my lips.He starts. We took the food together. After finishing it we both again came to the drawing room and sat in the sofa. I saw that Meena had let the pallu of her sari fall. Her shapely boobs were peeping out of her deep low cut blouse. The neck of her sexy looking blouse was very widely cut also, which was barely covering her shoulder even. Her boobs were looking as if they were struggling to come out jumping of her sexy blouse. She leaned forward with pretext of itching her legs exposing her fleshy boobs. I’ll miss not being able to grow another baby inside me (I love being pregnant), but I just close my eyes while I rub Dad’s cock and have his pre-cum run down my fingers, feeling that warmth and wetness before I insert it in my vagina. Then, one of my favorite positions is being on top looking down. As I do, I still let him think about impregnating me. I tell him to unload his thick cream into his baby girl’s hole and knock me up. It drives him crazy and soon I feel him stiffen under me as.