With eachsurge, the silicone increased in size, making my bosoms grow fuller andperkier. I gazed in astonishment as they grew from B-cups to C's, D's,...'s, F's, until I couldn't even think of a letter that described thesemassive knockers. As they expanded, they crushed my nipples against thefront of my shirt. Shocks of pleasure I've never felt before hit me as Ilustily moaned. The more they rose, the better it felt, until my shirtcouldn't take any more and split right down the middle, revealing. Of course, it was loaded. “I think I may need to meet your cousin later today.”“Yeah, I was afraid you’d say that,” Martinez replied. “You need to keep your shit in check, bro. The Captain has been up my ass already about you. You know Jimmy is a good kid, but he’s gonna have to write up the calls from Marcel to Jude. It’s gonna come out that the wife of the lead investigator is fucking the primary suspect in a murder and multiple rapes. You know when that shit comes out, you’re ass is done. If. The question is, can we do anything about it?"We gave Queta another dream, of course. This time it had lots of doors, lots of twisting corridors, lots of hiding places. From Zara's reaction – not to mention Q's – it was, frankly, more of a nightmare, but it did sort of work. At least Zara told us that she was sure that the alien presence was there, sure that Queta knew – on some level – that it wasn't part of her. She also wanted rid of it ... and had been searching for a rescuer for most of. My balls tightened, the pressure growing in them as I bobbed my daughter's head up and down my cock, gripping her silky, blonde curls.Every time I pushed down, she took more of my cock. By the fifth bob, I brushed the back of her throat. I tickled her tonsils before I drew her back up. She sucked so hard, my hips wanting to thrust up and follow her rising mouth.And then I pushed her down, a little harder. My cock nudged at her throat, pressing at her gullet. She didn't fight me. I grinned,.