She either wanted to chastise him for going to town on Rebecca's ass, or she wanted to know what kind of pervert fondles his sister's ass in public, o... both. He knocked and waited for her to say, “Come in.”Deana was face down on her bed with one leg folded up. Her heel was touching her butt. “Evan, thank god. I need your help. I got a charley horse.”“Really,” he said. “So how is that my problem?”“It's not, but if you expect me to help you pass your finals, then you better get over here and. I bounced it on my junk, and smacked it's face with my hard cock. I wanted that doll sooo badly! I wanted it all to myself! Forget Aunt Doreen! This was MY doll! Aunt Doreen wouldn't play with it, make love to it, or fuck it, like i would! The doll would sit it in a doll cabinet, and the thing would just sit there on a glass shelf forever. I would put the doll on my cock, and i would squirt all sorts of cum out of my cock, onto the doll's face and body! So, i laid there, thinking about. ” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. Luckily, she could.“I’ve always craved you.”“I don’t know what to say.”“Tell me you feel the same way,” she said, her eyes suddenly hungry. Again, the angle lowered. The top of her chest was visible, the swell of her breasts apparent at the bottom of the screen. She was almost certainly topless. I couldn’t help but remember her perfect breasts, still the frequent object of my daydreams, round and full and breath-takingly firm.“I’m married...” I began. She. As big as she was getting, it was going to be better when she could take showers; she'd used the tub for baths, mostly because a stopper was in the drain, between her and anything that might crawl out of the sewer. But, it was difficult, and going on dangerous, for her to get up again, and Mike was glad that was going to be over with, soon.Kirsten wasn't getting the fun, the anticipation out of this pregnancy that she had with her others, and Mike had given some thought to unilaterally deciding.