"There is something very wrong here, Kyle." I'm pregnant, Kyle," moaned Aaliyah. "My body is beginning to prepare for the baby. My breasts ache! Pleas..., drink of my milk."Kyle licked the drop off his finger. Bliss flooded his mind. It was as intoxicating as Fumi's scent, and lust burned through his blood. His cock swelled as he fell upon her breast, sucking in the sweet milk. Aaliyah moaned and cooed, stroking his face as her hands reached down to his pants and stroked his aching cock."Oh, yes,. Determined to cum with Deb again, I stopped pumping her slit and curled my fingers upward instead, rubbing the silky folds underneath her clit, searching for her g-spot. I was throbbing with impending release when Deb's breath caught in her throat. My probing fingertips were hitting the right spot apparently, because she went rigid and started yelping. "Oooh god! Ooooh my god yeeees! Right there baby... That's it... Rub me, touch meeee... Ooooh shit fuck shit fuck fuck fuuuuuck!"Unable to focus. He pushed it forward, and the tip pressed into her. She didn't notice; it felt nice, no pain at all. He thrust deeper. It didn't go in, because she screamed from the pain of her hymen stretching, pushing him away from her."What are you doing?" she demanded."What? I thought you wanted it."She rolled her eyes disgustedly at him, getting out of the hot tub and wrapping the towel around her. Shivering, she snatched up her clothes and hurried into the house. Ryan trailed after her, dripping water. “Not saying what size he is either.”“He’s not like Philip,” said Camille, to Leah presumably.“No ... alright,” Leah agreed. “What are you trying?”“Those panties,” Camille giggled. I heard her move into the bedroom and the rustlings increase.“Alright Derek,” Leah called, “come in.”“I turned round and went in. Zann was naked, Leah was naked under the jacket, probably, and Camille was in bra and skirt while she changed her panties for Zann’s. Her own white panties had been discarded onto a small.