Then she told me how much she loved white chocolate and begged me for some. I refused as much as I could but she walked over grabbed ahold of my hand ...nd licked every last drop of my own cum out of my palm. She looked at me and gave me a weird smirk saying "mmm good chocolate." I couldn't believe it, my own sister had just eaten my cum out of my hand and didn't realize it. Or so I thought.My panik started to go away but I still didn't dare go back to the closet tonight. I sat and played some. Royal Academy shows and all that sort of thing. But, lately, he has been experimenting with ceramics, firing them in a small kiln we have in a wooden shed in the garden, but it really won’t do at all, it is damp in there when the oven’s off and he suffers terribly with his poor chest.”She turned to me, placing an affectionate hand on my chest, “don’t you, dear?”“Yes, dear,” I said meekly, and coughed a couple of times, which actually set me off, choking, spluttering and setting off further. I froze, biting my bottom lip a little. It hurt a little bit but I didn’t want to stop. I was going to finish this. My fingertips were brushing against my cervix, it felt spongy, so much different from when I wasn't pregnant. I curled my fingers a little, trying to make a fist and panicked a little as my hand started to slip out.Pushing in harder with my free hand, I managed to stop my fist from falling out. It was stretching me, making me twitch a little inside. I felt my baby shift in my womb. Ghum kar bagal men aaya neeche ki or bada, salwar men ghus gaya or kulhe sahlane laga, unka nap lene laga, wo uske hath se kafi bade the, uska banya hath meri choot sahla raha tha or danya, mere chutad, or me siskar rahi thi usne fir dono hath bahar nikale, apne sarir ko thoda uthaya meri chunchino ko pakda. Fir masla munh se chunchi chusi or fir meri salwar ka nada kholne laga, usse khula nahi, usne mujhse kaha please kholo na, mene kaha ye kam tumhara he khloge to hi kuchh paoge, warna. Usne.