Do you love me, Jack?" I do love you," he replied softly."Then tell me I'm your wife." Amy..." Tell me, Jack. Just say it," I urged him. "I'm your wif... and the mother of our kids." You ... You're my wife," Dad said slowly and his cock was hard as a rock inside me."And?" I smiled expectantly."And the mother of our kids." He licked his lips and blinked, as if he'd just surprised himself."I love you," I sighed. "I love you so much, Jack." I love you too, Amy," he breathed, surrendering completely. A. who love full-figured, massive-breasted women," I asked, making it my last question on the matter. "Wouldn't we be depriving them of our natural beauty?" And what about those men" was Samantha's sharp, unsympathetic reply. "Does any one of those pathetic, whining losers have to deal with several dozen back-aching pounds of breast-fat on their chest all day and night? Does any one of them have to endure the frustration of never being able to find a single thread of clothing that fits? Does. What would mom or dad think, if they came out of their room right now. Their son sitting at the computer with his pants at his ankles, jerking off, while their sweet little princess fingers herself watching him.You let out a soft moan. Your eyes open wide, your left hand shoots up to cover your mouth. But I see your right hand still working your clit and you don’t take your eyes off me. Off my erect cock, my hand moving up and down it. Light from the monitor reflects off the precum on the tip. When I came in Cristina, she turned around and smiled deviously, as if she kept a secret that she was about to divulge. It turned out that she did. It was a fantastic secret from my perspective."Ian, my dear, I have a confession to make," Cristina announced as we made out."Funny, I don't recall being a priest. Shouldn't you call me 'Father' and ask me to bless you, in that case?" I teased her as my hands caressed her buns."Cute, but I mean it. I went off the Pill today, in the hope that you.