A single child with loving parents, my mind filled with everyday teenage concerns: Is that a spot or blemish on my chin? What's the best concealer? Wh... is my skin so oily? Is that foundation too dark? Which is the best lipstick colour; Berry Nude, Forbidden Fuchsia, Sweet Marsala, or Electric Orchid? And obviously, I was excited for the morning and my first day as a consequential adult. Though nothing could prepare me for what was to come. The first thing I noticed on waking was my breasts.. They had both bought a lot of smaller items. As they approached Serge’s restaurant Ruth said, “Jack tomorrow I would like to go back to Glasgow. It is now forty days since my last period. I feel so good, I think I am pregnant. I won’t drink anything but water tonight. I have tried to book a flight but there is a global conference on in Barcelona and all our planes are busy.” Jack replied, “There is no problem, if we can’t get a plane I will drive you. Ruth, I really hope you are pregnant. That. Eat my cum, drink it in, suck it all down." In spite of his fierce words, she could see a question in his face, wondering if she was willing. Their fantasy included this dirty talk, but he still wasn't sure of how far she would let him go. She let his prick pop out, and whispered "Get on top of me stud. Fuck my mouth. I want to taste all of your gunk, your foamy white jism. Breakfast of champions." She rolled under him, and her lips wrapped around his spasming tool. He must be close, she. The intensity of the sucking drew his load out very quickly, and I swallowed every last drop. Next I turned to the other hand recipient, and again sucked and relieved him of his load swiftly. Leaving only the man that had been in front of me as I rode Master. He was stroking his own cock, and appeared to be at the brink of blowing one already. I told him to hold on one second as I stood and bent over, spreading my ass wide for him to fuck me. "Take your pick." I said. He chose my ass as he.