”“You’re going to try the portal,” Zoe suggested.Cynthia made the ‘keep going’ hand gesture.“With the sapphire,” Zoe said.Again with t...e gesture.“Which stone?”Cynthia grinned. “Pretty good. Except for one thing.”“What?”“I can’t ... I’m pregnant.” She grinned again.Realization dawned. “Absolutely not,” Zoe said. “I might not be eligible.”“What? You’re pregnant?”“Might ... there’s a good chance,” Zoe grinned.“That’s right,” Cynthia said. “Your hull was as loud as our hull.”“Uh huh.” Zoe couldn’t. Just as I had finished cleaning up, my door creaked open. I assumed it was one of my parents telling me they were going to bed, so I quickly pulled up my sleep pants and acted like nothing was happening. It turns out that it wasnt either of them – it was Julie. She was quiet as she peeked in, looking at me. So, at it again, huh? She smirked, just looking at me. I nodded, blushing. It was obvious that she knew what I was up to, only a deaf person wouldnt have been able to hear me. Seems fun and. You got any baby oil???No. I can’t do that. I’m worn out after everything we did last night. Your breasts are beautiful enough to make me weak with desire, but tit-fucking wouldn’t give me enough stimulation to get me off this morning. If we had started out with that last night, there would have been no problem, but not now.?That was a problem. If he needed strong stimulation this morning, then she would have to take him up her ass again; that was her tightest hole. Her asshole ached when she. My gaze was suddenly interrupted by her voice. “Hey! Are you staring at my bottom again? I know you love it but come on, have you listened to a word I’ve said?” “Yeah I’m listening! And enjoying your ass too! Just carry on with what you’re doing!” She stuck two fingers up at me, giggled and bent over the cabinet again desperately fidgeting with something at the other end. From my point of view I was starting to do my own fidgeting, as my imagination was running away with itself. I took a.