Zoe is officially knocked up. My cycle kicked on the day before the wedding. I suspected with heavy chest and all. Since Ken still does not put his...nose near my crotch so it did not matter. Just a bit messy. So I am figuring it's about one week till I join Zoe in becoming a milch cow. Now all I need to do is be true to one cock. No problem. I spent the last week as the cum dump. Loved every minute of it. I believe we exceeded 5x a day! Ken is learning how to fuck me shallow. . How can I not blame myself? If I had been the one in the gunner’s hatch, or if I’d kept my eyes on the road, instead of allowing Anderson to goad me, or if I’d tended to his wounds quicker, he might still be here today. His death is on my shoulders. I know my wife will be taken care of, but I want you to deliver my other letter to her. It’ll be hard enough on her as it is, but I know you will make things easier on her. I don’t want a stranger delivering my words to her.A fresh stream of. He had apparently had a sufficient time to rest and rejuvenate. His strokes were strong but unhurried, his thrusts deep, his withdrawals far enough to reveal the ridge below the purple crown of his cock. To my childish eyes, he was there for the duration, having no intention of cumming before Mommy got there, a decision never observed in the DVD but clear from the written words of the hot stories. My hand continued to service my virtually naked body as I watched; occasionally I removed it from. “No! No! No! I am not changing my mind. We are going dance, you and I. All night long baby girl. I just want to take a long look at your beautiful body.” She stood there in the moonlight and began to pirouette slowly. Knowing that he was turned on by her muff, with her empty hand she ran her hand through her reddish-brown pubes. She danced like a stripper. “Do you like? You wanna fuck me don’t you? You wanna teach this naughty girl a lesson don’t you? You better take those boner pills old man.