At first she was shocked then realised she had become extremely wet between the legs. She knew it was wrong for her to get wet over her son but couldn...��t stop doing herself and disappeared into her bedroom and grabbed her rabbit out of her knicker drawer and brought herself to one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had.Feeling guilty as soon as the orgasm subsided she was cross with herself for being turned on so much by her son and vowed never to do it again. Despite her vow she couldn’t get. Another nurse brought the baby in and Emily had a tit out and waiting. The little guy went after his meal like he was starved. The ugly little guy could sure suck on a tit.Homer and I decided he took after both of us. Besides the ass hole who owned the T Bird I shot up was a blonde. So we figured he was out of the running. That mostly left just Homer and me, anyway as far as I knew at the time.In the meantime, while Homer and I were arguing about what parts took after him and what took after. "The Queen nodded, unpinning her shoulders and unbuckling her belt. She tried to pull the kilt out from around her and moaned, not trying to hide her crest this time.The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped pull the kilt away, taking the belt and cloak pins. She got her first real look at the same time the men did.The straps she had seen were, in fact, a harness that kept the now visible woody tight against the saddle, kept the Queen mounted to the saddle on the woody, but allowed enough. But then again, so can you.'The hell we did Katie..' you respond to your trying daughter, attempting to keep your anger steady as you border the edge of losing your composure entirely. 'See, I don't recall you ever saying that you're spending the weekend at a fucking COLLEGE FRATHOUSE retreat, cause if you told me that, I would have clearly remembered saying THE HELL YOU ARE a MILLION TIMES!' You start shouting angrily from the kitchen as you storm towards the living room. 'Shit, you're still.