She knew English, French, Yiddish, and Hebrew all like the back of her hand.I fucked Jessica for several more minutes, pumping furiously in and out of...her sloppy gash, before she creamed herself all over me and begged me to knock her up. I read her mind and knew that she really, badly wanted to have my babies, which wasn’t a surprise given the Kiss and her own predilections prior to it. Well, I would definitely be pleased to impregnate this Frenchie slut wife, though her hubby would get his own. But having already had two real men’s cocks in her mouth, the cream she experienced was not fattening, but a healthful protein load.She had thought about dating boys in her class. But after listening to the way some of them talked about their girlfriends she decided that, if she was going to get involved sexually, she was going to do her best to protect her reputation among her peers. As far as she was concerned what she did sexually was her business. Instead, she started thinking about the men. I found the book on abookshelf, and read it and memorized it. It became a heavily wornpaperback, and I assume mom and dad noticed that as well.Then came college and roommates, and a period of latency, which lastedthrough graduate school when I moved back home (still trying on mom'sstuff). The only time mom clearly knew about my ongoing play was when Itried on one of her bodysuits and told her I wanted one because it wascomfy. She refused and never discussed it again.Then came marriage. Over. " Jacob retorted, taking note again of the strange look Jessica was giving him, with her eyes planted directly onto his, and a playful smirk on her face.At this point, Courtney didn't really know what was going on, and figured Jessica was just messing with the little guy. Good, she figured, her annoying little brother deserved to be jerked around. Soon enough, the trio finished dinner and started their trek back to their respective domiciles."Seeya later nerd," Courtney said in parting to.