’ ‘I’d never seen anything like it,’ said Megan, almost whispering. ‘I was mesmerized, staring hard at your big dick. I was awestruck and ho...ding my breath. Then you started stroking it. My fingers instinctively moved down to my panties, which were completely soaked by this point.’ ‘Really.’ ‘I was matching your rhythm stroke for stroke, rubbing myself in tempo with you. It was a strange, kinky kind of sex.’ ‘You should have …’ ‘Of course I should have, but I just sat there watching and. She took a deep sobbing breath and continued. “The doctor reckoned I was just about into the third month of the pregnancy. If you count back, that puts conception towards the end of October.”She stopped and gazed through her tears at me, her eyes begging me to make the connection. I did see it immediately: it was after all my great triumph, that last Thursday in October – getting her to see the truth that we were not related after all and could have been a couple all along.“So around the time. I was dead keen to see the rest, so tried to move the papers on top but they were being held in place by other papers on top also.I had always had a bit of crush on the coach, and had been lucky enough to be late showering one day when he came in for his. He had thought we were all finished and meandered in with his meat swinging between his legs. That sight had got me hard so many times, he had muscular legs and frame, a bit of hair on his chest and a bush that you just wanted to run your. As I stood leaning against the fender watching him sniff and spray, I pondered my approach to Aunt Becky, a.k.a. Janie. Should I act sociable and sophisticated, or tough and cynical? Because my keen senses were totally distracted, I jumped when I felt a tap my shoulder. ‘Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,’ said a soft voice filled with sincere, feathery tingles. Turning quickly, I answered in an unmanly squeak, ‘You didn’t.’ Then I cleared my throat, looked into Aunt Becky’s milk.