I swear she put on the tiniest thongs she has- blue strings and a tiny yellow patch with hearts in the front, she looked at herself front and back in ...he mirror like girls always do when they're getting ready and walked back down the hall! I heard her walk down to the bathroom, it sounded like she was putting on makeup and brushing her teeth with the door open. I had to jerk off and busted a load in about 10 seconds imagining how she looked in someone else's house- full of strangers, standing. I had to smile at his audacity. He kept talking like a loving husband who missed his wife the whole time I was sucking his cock. Then he snapped his fingers again and indicated for me to stand up.He pointed to the bed and silently whispered on your back. I obeyed. Still talking he got on the bed between my legs. I reached down and guided him into my pussy. He started fucking me, one hand holding the phone the other bracing himself.This was driving me nuts. I was so wet, so close to cumming, and. None of that made any difference to me of course, until the Internet. Two things happened. First, after having to give up buying mags because they had become far too explicit, and the demise of my beloved Spick & Spans, I found wonderful sites where all you saw was stocking-tops, knickers, legginess, cleavage – the sort of poses I loved and which were more than enough for me to get all the sex pleasure I needed. I also discovered you could correspond with the posing girls but that’s another. I know what you said before, but can I get a proper swab, just in case. Pretty please?” Nina pouted, making me yield this once at least.Now she had multiple sources of my DNA that she could easily store, just in case. When the baby was far enough along for amnio, or when it was born, she could quietly test for paternity now. My best guess was amnio, since it would make a decision over abortion versus going to term an informed choice. We all sat down and Jessica started making an omelet for.